After that he crawled out, and found the mutineers had marched for Delhi.

He went through a lot, but at last joined us before that city.

We often talked over our dreams together, and there was no question that we owed our lives to them.

Even then we did not talk much to other people about them, for there would have been a lot of talk, and inquiry, and questions, and you know fellows hate that sort of thing.

So we held our tongues.