Phatik Chakravarti was the ring-leader amongst the boys of the village. One day a plan for new mischief entered his head. There was a heavy log lying on the mud-flat of the river, waiting to be shaped into a mast for a boat. His plan was that they should all work together to shift the log by main force from its place and roll it away. The owner of the log would be angry and surprised, while they would all enjoy the fun. Every one supported the proposal, and it was carried unanimously. Bu just as the fun was about they should all work together to shift the log by main force from the place and roll it away. The owner of the log would be angry and surprised, while they would all enjoy the fun. Every one supported the proposal, and it was carried unanimously. But just as the fun was about to begin, Makhan, Phatik's younger brother, sauntered up without a word and sat down on the log in front of them all. The boys were puzzled for a moment. One of them pushed him rather timidly and told him to get up; but he remained quite unconcerned. He appeared like a young philosopher meditating on the futility of thing. Phatik was furious. Philosopher meditating on the futility of things. Phatik was furious. 'Makhan', he cried, 'if you don't get up this minute. I'll thrash you!' Makhan only moved to a more comfortable position, it was if Phatik was to keep his regal dignity before the public, it was clear that he must carry out his threat. But his courage failed him at the crisis. His fertile brain, however, rapidly seized upon a new manoeuvre which would discomfit his brother and afford his followers added amusement. He gave the word and command to roll the log and Makhan over together. Makhan heard the order and made it a point of honour to stick on. But like those who attempt earthly fame in other matters, he overlooked the fact that there was peril in it. The boys began to heave at the log with all their might calling out, "One, two, three, go!" At the word 'go' the log went; and with it went Makhan's philosophy, glory and tall. The other boys shouted themselves hoarse with delight. But Phatik was little frightened. He knew what was coming, and he was not mistaken, for Makhan rose from Mother Earth blind as Fate and screaming like the Furies. He rushed at Phatik, scratched his face, beat him and kicked him, and them went crying home. The first act of the drama was over. Phatik wiped his face and sitting down on the edge of a sunken barge by the river bank, began to nibble at a piece of grass. A boat came up to the landing and middle-aged man, with grey hair and dark moustache, stepped on to the shore He saw the boy sitting there doing nothing and asked him where the Charkravarits live. Phatik went on nibbling the grass and said: 'Over there'; but it was quite impossible to tell where he pointed. The stranger asked him again. He swung his legs to and fro on the side of the barge and said: 'Go and find out' and continued to nibble the grass.