Two onlookers grabbed the sahib by his hands and pulled him up, two others brought the driver. The chauffeur had hurt his leg but the poor fellow began performing the squats. The sahib was still hoity-toity; he again lay down on the ground and started muttering to himself. I was in an unrelenting mood; I had resolved not to allow the sahib to go until he had performed the hundred squats. I asked four of the onlookers to shove the car off the road. The onlookers were only too eager to obey. Instead of the four whom I had asked, there were fifty people who put their hands to the car to push it off the road. The road was at a level higher than the ground; had the car dropped over the edge to the ground, it would have been wrecked. The mob had shoved the car almost to the edge of the road when the sahib got up in a hurry and said, "Leave the car alone; I will do the squats."
I told the people to stop shoving the car. But they were so engrossed in the jest that they paid me no heed. It is only after I chased them with the stick that they scattered; the sahib closed his eyes and began performing the squats. After ten squats I asked the memsahib, "How many squats has he done?"
"I am not counting," the memsahib replied haughtily.
"Then, he will have to do the squats all through the day. If you want to take him home in good shape, you must count to a hundred; only then will I allow him to go," I told her.
The sahib rightly surmised that there was no redemption for him until he had served his punishment and, so, started doing the squats in earnest - one, two, three, four, five.
Just then another car was seen approaching. When the sahib saw the car he pleaded, "Panditji, you are like my father. Have mercy on me. I promise I will never sit in a car again." I felt sorry for him and said, "I am not stopping you from sitting in a car; all that I ask is that while riding in a car you must treat others as human beings too."
The other car was approaching quite fast. I signaled following which the others picked up two or three pebbles. The car was being driven, not by a chauffeur, by the owner himself; the car owner wanted to slow down and quietly sneak away. I went up to him and catching hold of both his ears tugged at them hard; I, then, slapped him on both sides of his face and warned, "Don't you dare to splash muddy water over pedestrians. Drive carefully and go your way without inconveniencing others." The man kept muttering under his breath but perceiving a hundred people, each with a pebble or two in his hand, he thought it wise to leave immediately.
A minute later another car arrived. I asked the men to block the car's path. The car halted. I bid farewell to this man too after slapping him on the face. But he was a decent man and suffered the slaps without a word of protest.
Suddenly one person called out a warning, "The police are coming."
In a flash all the people disappeared. I, too, stepped down the road; slinked into a lane and made myself scarce.