The reason for Umballa's half-hearted pursuit stood forth clearly.
"Sahib, it is fate," he said.

"We must return at once to Allaha.
Truly, the curse of that old guru sticks like the blood leeches of the Bengal swamps.

But as you have faith in your guru, I have faith in mine.

Not a hair of our heads shall be harmed." "I am a very miserable man, Ahmed! God has forsaken me!" The colonel spoke with stoic calm; he was more like the man Ahmed had formerly known.
"No, Allah has not forsaken; he has forgot us for a time." And Ahmed strode out to make the arrangements for the return.
"Bruce," said the colonel, "it is time for you to leave us.

You are a man.