Misgiving began to sap his optimism, and there was no Mahommed Gunga to stir the soldier in him and encourage iron-willed pursuance of the game.

He began to doubt; and doubt bred silence.
He was wakened from a revery by Duncan McClean, who raised his daughter tenderly and got up on his feet.
"The dawn will be here soon, Mr.Cunningham.We had better get ready.
Well--in case we never meet again--I'm glad I met you." "Better start before the sun gets up," he answered, gripping the missionary's hand.

He was a soldier again.

He had had the answer to his thoughts! If the man who was to sacrifice his daughter--or risk her sacrifice--was pleased to have met him, there was not much sense in harboring self-criticism! He shook it off, and squared his shoulders, beginning again to think of all that lay ahead.
"Trust to the old woman to guide you and show you a place to rest at, if you must rest.

You ought to reach Howrah at dusk tomorrow, for you'll find it quite impossible to travel fast--you're both of you too stiff, for one thing.