"Ten thousand!" he boasted.
"Armed and drilled men--soldiers fit to fight ?" "Surely." "I think that is a lie, Jaimihr-sahib.

There is not time enough to waste on lies.

Tell me the exact truth, please." He contrived to save his face, or, rather, he contrived to make himself believe he did.
"I would need some to guard my rear," he answered.

"I could lead five thousand to the British aid." "Is that the truth ?" "On my honor, sahiba." "And you wish to marry me ?" "Sahiba--I--I have no other wish!" "I agree to marry you provided you will lead five thousand men to the Company's aid, but not until you have done so." "You will come to Howrah ?" She could feel his excitement.

The cell walls seemed to throb.
"Yes; but I shall come accompanied by my father, and Mr.Cunningham, and all the Rangars he can raise.