"Ten against ten!" "One!" said Ranjoor Singh, and I thought they would quarrel and the whole plan would come to nothing.

But the Kurd gave in.
"Then one officer!" said the Kurd, and I trembled, for I saw that Ranjoor Singh intended to agree to that, and I feared he might pick me.

But no.

If I had thought a minute I would not have feared, yet who thinks at such times?
The men who think first of their charge and last of their own skin are such as Ranjoor Singh; a year after war begins they are still leading.

The rest of us must either be content to be led, or else are superseded.