Pandit Badrinath, Pannalal, Ramnarayan, Chunnilal, and Jagannath Jyotishi set out towards Shivdattgarh to rescue Bhaironsingh Aiyar. According to orders, Commander Kanchansingh had sent spies after the lion-clad Babaji and had discovered that Bhaironsingh Aiyar had been taken inside the fort of Shivdattgarh. Therefore, there was no need to search for these Aiyars; they went straight to Shivdattgarh and, changing their appearances, began to roam about the city. The five of them parted ways, but had agreed that after wandering about, they would all gather at a certain place.

After spending the day searching for Bhaironsingh, all the Aiyars gathered on a hill outside the city, and spent the night in counsel, forming a plan. The next day, they again entered Shivdattgarh, each in a different disguise. Ramnarayan and Chunnilal took on the appearance of the local palace guards and went to the place where Bhaironsingh was imprisoned. Having been in captivity for several days, Bhaironsingh had revealed his true identity, and in his real form, he was locked in a cell with iron bars on three sides. Next to his cell was another of the same kind, in which an old warden sat on a cushion, and several soldiers, naked swords in hand, patrolled back and forth on guard.

Ramnarayan and Chunnilal went and stood at the door of the cell and began to converse with the old warden.

Ramnarayan: "The Maharaj has summoned you."

Old Warden: "Why, what is the matter? Come inside, sit, let us go."

Ramnarayan and Chunnilal entered the cell and said—

Ramnarayan: "I do not know why you have been called, but the order is to bring you quickly."

Old Man: "It hasn't even been an hour since someone came and said that the Maharaj himself was about to come. Was that a lie?"

Ramnarayan: "Yes, the Maharaj was about to come, but now he will not."

Old Man: "Very well, you two sit right here and guard the prisoner. I am going."

Ramnarayan: "Very well."

After seating Ramnarayan and Chunnilal inside the cell, the old jailor stepped outside and, with cunning, quickly shut the door of the cell and called out from outside, "Greetings! I have recognized you both as ayyars! Now tell me, are you not trapped in our prison? How cleverly I found out! I asked, 'It was just learned that the Maharaj himself was coming,' and you immediately admitted, 'Yes, he was about to come, but now he will not.' You did not realize I was deceiving you. Is this the cleverness with which you practice ayyari? Well, now you can enjoy the air of this prison, and know that I, Baqar Ali Ayyar, have been placed here precisely to teach people like you a lesson."

Hearing the old man's words, Ramnarayan and Chunnilal fell silent, lowering their heads in shame. The old jailor left the place and went to Shivdutt, reporting the capture of these two ayyars. The Maharaj, pleased, rewarded Baqar Ali and, in his happiness, came himself to see Ramnarayan and Chunnilal.

Badrinath, Pannalal, and Jyotishiji also learned that two of their companions had been captured. Now, instead of rescuing one, they had to think of freeing three men.

Late at night, as these three ayyars were wandering and heading toward the outskirts of the city, a man, his body wrapped and hidden in black cloth, came running up behind them. He threw a small folded paper in front of them and, gesturing with his hand for them to follow, hurried ahead.

Badrinath picked up the slip and, by the light of a burning lamp at a shop on the roadside, read it. Only one word was written—"Bhaironsingh." Badrinath understood that Bhaironsingh had escaped by some trick and that it was he who had just passed. Badrinath also recognized Bhaironsingh's handwriting.

After tossing the slip, Bhaironsingh had signaled for the three to follow and, after moving ten or twelve steps ahead, now waited for them to catch up.

Badrinath and the others, delighted, moved forward and reached the spot where Bhaironsingh, his body concealed in black cloth, stood hidden by the roadside. There was no opportunity for conversation; Bhaironsingh led the way, with Badrinath, Pannalal, and Jyotishiji following behind.

They quickly walked out of the city.

The night was dark. Out in the open field, Bhaironsingh removed his black cloth disguise. In the moonlight, the three recognized Bhaironsingh—overjoyed, each of them embraced him in turn, and then they all sat down upon a stone slab to talk.

Badrinath: "Bhaironsingh, seeing you at this moment has gladdened my heart!"

Bhaironsingh: "I managed to escape somehow, but Ramnarayan and Chunnilal have gotten themselves into quite a fix."

Jyotishi: "Did they fall into the same trap as you?"

Bhaironsingh: "I am also thinking of rescuing them."

Pannalal: "How so?"

Bhaironsingh: "Well, we have the whole night to talk about everything, but right now I am terribly hungry. If you have anything, please give me something to eat."

Badrinath: "There are a few peda sweets—if you wish, you can eat them."

Bhaironsingh: "What good are just a few pedas? Anyway, at least there should be some arrangement for water."

Badrinath: "Then what should we do?"

Bhaironsingh (gesturing with his hand): "Look there, do you see that lamp burning at the edge of the city? We just saw it—it's a sweet-seller's shop, and he is making fresh puris right now. We can get water from him as well."

Pannalal: "Alright, I'll go."

Bhaironsingh: "We should all go together—it's better for everyone to stay together. What if you get caught and we are left waiting for you?"

Pannalal: "Getting caught—is this a game?"

Bhaironsingh: "Well, what harm is there if we all go together? Three of us can stand aside, and one can go forward to make the purchase."

Badrinath: "Yes, yes, that's best. Let's all go together."

The four ayyaars set off together and reached the sweet-seller, whose solitary shop stood at the city's edge. Badrinath, Jyotishiji, and Bhaironsingh lingered a little way