One of the two inferior policemen was to be left at the house, in case anything happened.

The other was to go back with the Superintendent to the town.

So the four places in the pony-chaise were just filled.
Before he took the reins to drive off, Mr.Franklin walked me away a few steps out of hearing of the others.
"I will wait to telegraph to London," he said, "till I see what comes of our examination of the Indians.

My own conviction is, that this muddle-headed local police-officer is as much in the dark as ever, and is simply trying to gain time.

The idea of any of the servants being in league with the Indians is a preposterous absurdity, in my opinion.