Springing to my feet, I rushed to the opening and looked out.

A Sepoy sentry was standing leaning upon his musket, a few paces off.
"You dog," I said in Hindustani.

"What do you mean by letting people disturb me in this way ?" The man stared at me in amazement.

"Has any one disturbed the sahib ?" he asked.
"This instant--this moment.

You must have seen him pass out of my tent." "Surely the Burra Sahib is mistaken," the man answered, respectfully but firmly.