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`` And when we had proceeded a mile or twain into the jungle Buldeo spake and said , ` Thy man-child is tired . ' And I set him on my shoulder , and so carried him until the sun began to shoot slant rays from the west . Whereon we stopped and ate ; and , after , I fastened him with my waistband in the fork of a tree , saying , ` Son of mine , bide here till I return , and be not afraid . ' `` Then , collecting grass and scrub , I made a circle of fire round the tree , and sped back to the village ; and as the bell tolled the hour of ten that night a flame leaped up from the hut of the bunnia , Bheem Dass , to whom I owed money . `` Ere I returned to the jungle path I could hear Bheem Dass shout as a man being beaten , ` ram dhwy ! ram dhwy ! ' and the smart on my back waxed easier . ''