Now it was the sahib's turn to seize the opportunity. Finding my attention diverted he got up and aimed a kick at my knee. It hurt! Taken aback by the sudden attack, I picked up my stick and hit the sahib hard on his leg; he dropped like a felled tree. The memsahib brandished her umbrella and made for me. I calmly snatched the umbrella and flung it aside. The chauffeur had remained in the car all this while; he alighted now and charged at me with a cane. I hit him with my stick and he returned to the car. Quite a crowd had gathered around us to watch the fun. The sahib, still lying on the ground, said, "Rascal, I will have you arrested."
I picked up my stick once again with the intention of whacking the sahib on the head. He folded his hands submissively and said, "No, no. Don't hit me. I will not go to the police. Forgive me."
"Don't you ever talk of handing me over to the police; else I will crack your skull," I told him. "At the most I will be jailed for six months, but I will make sure you mend your ways. You splash muddy water over people while driving your car; your pride has made you so blind that you ignore the pedestrians."
An onlooker interjected, "You did the right thing Maharaj; these car owners purposely splash muddy water over others just for fun. They, then, laugh at the discomfiture of their victims. You have done the right thing by teaching a lesson to one of them."
"Did you hear what the public says?" I asked the sahib. The sahib looked at the onlooker with blood-shot eyes and said, "You are lying; that is a lie."
"Seems as though you have not learned your lesson; do you want me to give you one more with my stick," I said.
This brought him to his senses, "Oh no, Baba! He is telling the truth. Are you happy now?"
A second onlooker put in, "He is only pretending to be repentant now, but once he goes back to his car he will revert to his old ways. These car owners think they belong to the nobility."
A third onlooker said, "Ask him to spit on the road and, then, make him lick it."
A fourth suggested, "No, ask him to hold his ears and do squats."
A fifth: "And, the chauffeur too; these chauffeurs are also rascals. It is one thing when rich people act haughtily but why do their chauffeurs behave in the same way? Once they have their hands on the steering wheel, a veil drops over their eyes!"
This suggestion appealed to me. Both the car owner and the chauffeur must do squats while holding their own ears; memsahib will count. Listen memsahib you have to count. They have to do a hundred squats, not a squat less; of course, they can do more than a hundred squats if they wish to.