The Viceroy will do anything for him!" "By God! Johnstone! I'm your man! Count on me in life and death!" warmly cried Hawke.

The two men clasped hands.
There was a clatter and a jingle.

The old warrior was on his return.
"Here he comes now! Fall in with his humor, and success to you at Calcutta," whispered Johnstone.

There was the very jolliest breakfast imaginable at the marble house that day, and that same afternoon Major.
Alan Hawke rode all over Delhi as volunteer aide to General Abercromby.
Two nights later General Abercromby whispered to Hugh Johnstone, at a Grand Ball at Willoughby's Headquarters: "I've just had a telegram from the Viceroy to return at once.

Your matter is now all right.