A Christian mast-saint was living at the nearby Govindpur cemetery. Baba went to the cemetery to contact him, but as soon as he saw Baba and his men coming, the saint lay down and pretended to be asleep. One of his attendants shook him and tried to wake him, but the saint continued to feign sleep. Baba left and returned twice to contact him, but each time the same thing happened. His followers told Baba that the saint had been wide awake just before his arrival.
Baba indicated to the mandali, "For my work, it is necessary for him to open his eyes for a moment; otherwise, contact cannot be made."
The saint continued to keep his eyes closed, so Baba left without forcing him to "wake up" against his will.
Near seven that evening, they left Lyallpur for Khushab, arriving past midnight, and rested for a few hours at the dak bungalow. In the morning Baba and the men went by bus to the village of Pail, 28 miles away. A high mast named Sai Fazal , now very old and nearly naked, had been living in a hut on the top of a hill for over 40 years. Baba walked up nearly two miles through the rough terrain to see him (and back again to the bus stop). Sai Fazal was an impressive saintly personality, who was revered by both Muslims and Hindus alike.
They returned to Khushab and, after lunch and a short rest, hired two tongas to go to Jalalpur, seven miles away. The "road" consisted of a rutted track filled with sand and stones. Their tongas stuck in the mud at least half a dozen times. The horses were exhausted, and in the end they had to get down and walk two miles to meet the mast, Kasim Ali , whom they had gone to see. But it was all worth it as Baba liked this mast very much. They returned to Khushab at night.
Baba woke up very early, at 2:00 A.M., on Monday, 7 October 1946. They left Khushab on the 4:00 A.M. train and reached Lahore at two o'clock in the afternoon. They rested at the Regent Hotel and continued their journey the next morning, reaching Bhatinda at midnight. Continuing on, they arrived in Bikaner at 8:00 P.M. on the 9th and stayed in a hotel opposite the railway station. The fourteen-hour journey from Bhatinda to Bikaner through the sandy desert in the slow-moving train was a true endurance test for the men. They had no water to freshen up with and only a little brackish water to drink at the occasional stations; decent food was equally scarce. Baba was amused to see their weary and woebegone expressions.