I hurried at once to the garden, mad that he should slip out of my clutches like that, and, looking through the window, I saw him lying in his bed, with his sons on each side of him.

I'd have come through and taken my chance with the three of them, only even as I looked at him his jaw dropped, and I knew that he was gone.

I got into his room that same night, though, and I searched his papers to see if there was any record of where he had hidden our jewels.

There was not a line, however: so I came away, bitter and savage as a man could be.

Before I left I bethought me that if I ever met my Sikh friends again it would be a satisfaction to know that I had left some mark of our hatred: so I scrawled down the sign of the four of us, as it had been on the chart, and I pinned it on his bosom.