There were other fragments of linen here and there, but the skeleton's bones had been disturbed and had fallen more or less apart.
Over in one corner were two large bundles done up in modern gunny- bags, and Grim went over to examine them.
"Hello!" he said.

"Here's Scharnhoff and his lady friend!" He ripped the lashings of both bundles and disclosed the Austrian and the woman, gagged and tied, both almost unconscious from inability to breathe, but not much hurt otherwise.
The Sikhs herded the prisoners, old alligator-eyes among them, into another corner.

Grim tore my shirt into strips to bandage my arm with.

Goodenough talked with Narayan Singh, while we waited for Scharnhoff to recover full consciousness.
"Those murderers!" he gasped at last.

"Schweinehunde!" "Better spill the beans, old boy," Grim said, smiling down at him.