Outlines change with the dawn, thought I, and I determined to reserve my judgment on all points except one--that I set full faith in Ranjoor Singh.

But the men for the most part had passed judgment and decided on a plan; so it came about that there was no trouble in the matter of getting them to Stamboul--or Constantinople, as Europeans call it.
At a place in Bulgaria whose name I have forgotten we disembarked and became escort to a caravan of miscellaneous stores, proceeding by forced marches over an abominable road.

And after I forget how many days and nights we reached a railway and were once more packed into a train.

Throughout that march, although we traversed wild country where any or all of us might easily have deserted among the mountains, Ranjoor Singh seemed so well to understand our intention that he scarcely troubled himself to call the roll.

He sat alone by a little fire at night, and slept beside it wrapped in an overcoat and blanket.