If there were any other way, I would not go now.

I would not go to-day, of all days in the year--of all days in my life.
There is no other way, by the grave of my father, on whom be the peace of Allah." So we went to bed.
At four o'clock Narain waked us, and in twenty minutes Isaacs was on horseback.

I had ordered a _tat_ to be in readiness for me, thinking I would ride with him an hour or two in the cool of the morning.

So we passed along by the quiet tents, Narain disappearing in the manner peculiar to Hindoo servants, to be found at the end of the day's march, smiling as ever.

The young moon had set some time before, but the stars were bright, though it was dark under the trees.
Twenty yards beyond the last tent, a dark figure swept suddenly out from the blackness and laid a hand on Isaacs' rein.