The sailor, of course, carried his revolver.

He also picked up a crowbar, a most useful and silent weapon.

Then he went quietly downwards.

Nearing the ground, he saw the native, who salaamed deeply and was unarmed.

The poor fellow seemed to be very anxious to help them.
"What is your name ?" demanded the sailor.
"Mir Jan, sahib, formerly _naik_[Footnote: Corporal.] in the Kumaon Rissala." "When did you leave the regiment ?" "Two years ago, sahib.