Then Ranjoor Singh told off the same four men who had first arrested him to guard our prisoner by day and night, taking turns to pretend to be his servant, with orders to give instant alarm should his movements seem suspicious.

After that Tugendheim was searched, but, nothing of interest being found on him, his money and various little things were given back.
"Had he no pistol ?" asked Ranjoor Singh.
"Yes," said I, "but I took it when we bound and gagged him on the steamer." And I drew it out and showed it, feeling proud, never having had such a weapon--for the law of British India is strict.
"Why did you not tell me ?" he asked, and I was silent.

"Give it here!" said he, and I gave it up.

He examined it, drew out the cartridges, and passed it to Tugendheim, who pocketed it with a laugh.

It was three days before he spoke to Tugendheim and caused him to give me the pistol back.