GR translation: which even dacoits do too.

[Mike Jing]

V645.27-33, P658.24-30   Happily, he doesn’t have to wait at all. One of
the dacoits comes leaping with a whistling sound, ecru silk cord strung
buzzing tight between his fists, eager let’s-get-to-it grin, and just at
the same moment a pair of arms comes pincering up out of a fissure in the
ruins, and gathers the colonel down to safety just in time. The dacoit
falls on his ass, and sits there trying to pull the cord apart, muttering
oh shit, which even dacoits do too.

What is that even dacoits do too is being referred to here?