Then he turned to Thresk with every muscle working in his face.
"Did you see ?" he cried.

"Did you see ?" "What?
There was nothing to see!" "Nothing!" screamed Ballantyne.

He picked up the box and placed it on the table, thrusting it under Thresk's hand.

"Hold that! Don't let go! Stay here and don't let go," he said, and running up the tent raised his voice to a shout.
"Baram Singh!" and lifting the tent-door he called to others of his servants by name.

Without waiting for them he ran out himself and in a second Thresk heard him cursing thickly and calling in panic-stricken tones just close to that point of the wall against which the bureau stood.