It was rapidly withdrawn, to reappear after an interval.

Now it was held more steadily and a brown arm became visible.

As Jenks did not fire, a turbaned head popped into sight.

It was the Mahommedan.
"No shoot it," he roared.

"Me English speak it." "Don't you speak Hindustani ?" shouted Jenks in Urdu of the Higher Proficiency.
"Han, sahib!"[Footnote: Yes, sir.] was the joyful response.