Neither he, nor any of the men, had the slightest idea yet of Ranjoor Singh's real plan.
After another talk with me Ranjoor Singh was to horse and away with his forty an hour before daybreak, the Turkish officer riding bareback in Syrian clothes between the four who had been set to guard him.

And the sound of the departing hooves had scarcely ceased drumming down the valley when the men left behind with me began to put me to a test.

Abraham was near me, and I saw him tremble and change color.

Sikh troopers are not little baa-lambs, sahib, to be driven this and that way with a twig! Tugendheim, too, ready to preach mutiny and plunder, was afraid to begin lest they turn and tear him first.

He listened with both ears, and watched with both eyes, but kept among his Syrians.
"Whither has he gone ?" the men demanded, gathering round me where I stooped to feel my horse's forelegs.