A few soldiers could be seen, loitering about in the street; but it was evident that, now the war was over and everything finally settled, it was considered that all occasion for vigilance was at an end.
Upon making inquiries, they soon found a house where they could put up for the night.

They had, as is the custom in India, brought their provisions with them, and after leaving their goods in the house, and seeing that the horse was fed, Ibrahim set to work to cook a meal; while the others opened one of the packs, and went round the village, where they disposed of a few small articles.
They arrived, without any adventure, at Bangalore.

There, as soon as they had established themselves at one of the caravansaries for travellers, Dick and Surajah went to the house of the trader to whom Pertaub had promised to consign their goods.
"We have come for some packs, that have been sent by friends of ours at Seringapatam to your care," Dick said, making as he spoke the sign that Pertaub had taught him, as enabling those who were Hindoos to recognise each other, at once.

"We were to use the word 'Madras' as a sign that we were the parties to whom they were consigned." "The goods arrived a week ago," the trader said, "and are lying for you at my warehouse.

I will hand them over to you, tomorrow morning." "Thank you.