On returning to the compound by the rubbish tip, I found the City Manager still sitting in the little room.  He was genuinely pleased that everything had been resolved and had turned out peacefully.  
Mr. Quaresh had ordered bottles of soft drinks to be bought, while he and I talked a little while longer.  He went to great lengths to assure me that 'Our Christians' were well looked after and given respect.  More than sweepers of other towns, these people were recognized as being believers.  He then told me that his interest in them was personal, since he had been educated by missionaries in Rawalpindi.  And he always had a hope of helping the church in some way in return for the kindness he had been given as a boy.
Before he left us, he promised to look into allocating the Christians better land on which to build their homes.  He then said to me with a kind of a wry smile,  'It would be wonderful if you could build a school and a Church here.  It would be of benefit to the city.'
The next day on my way home, I reflected on the whole adventure:  how it had all started with a rumour on the grapevine, how five families had been reunited with their Church, how a dozen children had been baptised the previous evening among wonderful celebrations.
How wonderful and exciting is this God of ours who said I am the Vine!