His eyes were all for Rosemary McClean, but his gestures included all of them, and they all answered him with nods or grunts as each saw fit.
"Send for the Sikh!" commanded Cunningham.
Five minutes later, with a lump of native bread still in his fist, Jaidev Singh walked up and saluted.
"Where is Byng-bahadur now ?" asked Cunningham.
"At Deeseera, sahib--not shut in altogether, but hard pressed.

There came cholera, and Byng-bahadur camped outside the town.

He has been striking, sahib, striking hard with all too few to help him.

His irregulars, sahib, were disbanded at some one's orders just before this outbreak, but some of them came back at word from him.

And there were some of us Sikhs who knew him, and who would rather serve him and die than fight against him and live.