Have him watered when the heat has left him, and then fed.

Let them blanket him lightly.

And, sahib, have his legs rubbed--that horse ever loved to have his legs rubbed.

Allah! I must sleep four hours before I ride! And the Miss-sahib--went she bravely ?" "Went as a woman of her race ought to go, Mahommed Gunga." "Ha! She met a man first of her own race, and he made her go! Would she have gone if a coward asked her, think you?
Sahib--women are good--at the other end of things! We will ride and fetch her.

Ha! I saw! My eyes are old, but they bear witness yet!--Now, food, sahib--for the love of Allah, food, before my belt-plate and my backbone touch!" "I wonder what the damned old infidel is dreaming of!" swore Cunningham, as Mahommed Gunga staggered to the chamber in the rock where a serving-man was already heaping victuals for him.
"Have me called in four hours, sahib! In four hours I will be a man again!".