There won't be any doubt then about who has broken promises.

Are you ready, Miss McClean ?" She was trembling, but from excitement and not fear.

Both Rajputs saluted her as she started back for the cell, and whatever their Mohammedan ideas on women may have been, they chose to honor this one, who was so evidently one of them in the hour of danger.

Duncan McClean seemed to be praying softly, for his lips moved.
When the cell-door creaked open, Alwa and Mahommed Gunga were crouched one on either side, listening with the ears of soldiers that do not let many sounds or words escape them.
"Jaimihr-sahib!" she whispered.

"Jaimihr-sahib!" "Ha! Sahiba!" Then he called her by half a dozen names that made the listening Rangars grin into their beards.
"Jaimihr-sahib"-- she raised her voice a little now--"if I help you to escape, will you promise me my safety under all conditions ?" "Surely, sahiba!" "Do you swear to protect every living person on this hill, including the Alwa-sahib and Cunningham-sahib ?" "Surely, sahiba." "You swear it ?" "I swear it on my honor.