Truly, bahadur, I appreciate! I also know that I have given certain promises which I, too, must fulfil! She is not the only bargainer! I am worrying more about those guarantees that Howrah was to give--I am anxious to see how, with fifteen hundred, we are to get the better of a Rajah and his brother and their total of ten thousand! I want to see those promises performed! Ay! The Miss-sahib has done well.

She has done her share.

Let her continue.

And do thou thy share, bahadur! I am at thy back with my men, but give us action!" Cunningham held up a lantern, and looked straight at Duncan McClean.
The missionary had held his daughter's hand while she recounted what had happened in the cell.

Whatever he may have thought, he had uttered no word of remonstrance.
"Of course, we go to Howrah ahead of you," he answered to Cunningham's unspoken question.
Cunningham held out his right hand, and the missionary shook it.
"Hold the lamp, please," said Cunningham, and Mahommed Gunga seized it.
Then Cunningham took paper and a pencil and read aloud the answer that he wrote to Byng-bahadur.