His turban lay some yards behind him.

Whether he was dead or not I neither knew nor cared.
"I pushed down some of the parapet where I had been sitting, dropped my cap on the edge outside, so as to make it appear that I had fallen over, and then, picking up the man's turban, ran to the other end of the platform and scrambled down to the ledge.

Then I began to wave my arms about--I had nothing on above the waist--and in a moment I saw a face with a uniform cap peer out through the jungle; and a hand was waved.

I made signs to him to make his way to the foot of the perpendicular wall of rock beneath me.

I then unwound the turban, whose length was, I knew, amply sufficient to reach to the bottom, and then looked round for something to write on.