"The Alwa-sahib has given me a wonder of a horse." "Very well, then, Jaidev Singh.

Watch your chance.

Go to the parapet, and when you see by their lanterns that the cavalry below have ridden off, then race for all you're worth with that news for Byng-bahadur!" "Salaam, sahib!" said the Sikh.
"Salaam, Jaidev Singh.

And now hide, every-body! Don't let Jaimihr get the impression that we're playing with him." A little later Miss McClean led Jaimihr through a passage in the rock, off which axe-hewn cells led on either side, to the far side of the summit, where the parapet was higher but the wall was very much less sheer.

The Prince's arms were still too sore from the wrenching he received when they took him prisoner for him to dare trust himself hand over hand on a rope; she had to make the rope fast beneath his armpits, and then lower him slowly, taking two turns with the rope round the waist of a brass cannon.