On we spun, past Meerut and Mozuffernugger, past Umballa and Loodhiana, till we reached our station of Julinder at dawn.

Descending from the train, I was about to begin making inquiries about my next move, when I was accosted by a tall and well-dressed Mussulman, in a plain cloth _caftan_ and a white turban, but exquisitely clean and fresh looking, as it seemed to me, for my eyes were smarting with dust and wearied with the perpetual shaking of the train.
The courteous native soon explained that he was Isaacs' agent in Julinder, and that a _tar ki khaber_, a telegram in short, had warned him to be on the lookout for me.

I was greatly relieved, for it was evident that every arrangement had been made for my comfort, so far as comfort was possible.

Isaacs had asked my assistance, but he had taken every precaution against all superfluous bodily inconvenience to me, and I felt sure that from this point I should move quickly and easily through every difficulty.

And so it proved.