I went up to him and seized his shoulder.
"What dog's work is this ?" said I."Speak!" I said, shaking him, although he could not talk any tongue that I knew--but I shook him none-the-less until his teeth chattered, and, his arms being wrapped in that great shawl of his, there was little he could do to prevent me.
As I live, sahib, on the word of a Sikh I swear that not even in that instant did I doubt Ranjoor Singh.

I believed that the Turkish captain might have stabbed him, or that Tugendheim might have played some trick.

But not so the men.

They saw the lantern receding and receding, dancing with the motion of the ship, and they believed themselves deserted.
"Quick! Fire on him!" shouted some one.

"Let him not escape! Kill him before he is out of range!" I never knew which trooper it was who raised that cry, although I went to some trouble to discover afterward.