And, although Ranjoor Singh had had his way with us, the very having had destroyed the reawakening trust in him.

The troopers felt that he had led them through the gates of treason.

I could feel their thoughts as a man feels the breath of coming winter on his cheek.
When the last man had signed we stood at attention and a wagonload of rifles was brought in, drawn by oxen.

They gave a rifle to each of us, and we were made to present arms while the German military oath was read aloud.

After that the Germans walked away as if they had no further interest.