He was drowsing in a chair in the cabin, with his hands deep down in his overcoat pockets and his helmet over his eyes.

Within three minutes I was back at Ranjoor Singh's side.
"The four stand guard over him!" said I.
"Very good!" said he.

"That was well done! Now do a greater thing." My heart burned, sahib, for I had once dared doubt him, yet all he had to say to me was, "Well done! Now do a greater thing!" If he had cursed me a little for my earlier unbelief I might have felt less ashamed! "Go to the men," said he, "and bid those who wish the British well to put all the money they received this morning into a cloth.

Bid those who are no longer true to the British to keep their money.
When the money is all in the cloth, bring it here to me." "But what if they refuse ?" said I.
"Do YOU refuse ?" he asked.
"Nay!" said I."Nay, sahib!" "Then why judge them ?" said he.

So I went.
Can the sahib imagine it?
Two-hundred-and-three-and-thirty men, including non-commissioned officers, wet and muddy in the dark, beginning to be hungry, all asked at once to hand over all their pay if they be true men, but told to keep it if they be traitors! No man answered a word, although their eyes burned up the darkness.
I called for a lantern, and a man brought one from the engine-room door.