Now only I and our British officers believed in him.
We are light cavalry.

We were first of all the Indian regiments to ride out of Delhi and entrain at a station down the line.

That was an honor, and the other squadrons rode gaily, but D Squadron hung its head.

I heard men muttering in the ranks and some I rebuked to silence, but my rebukes lightened no man's heart.

In place of Ranjoor Singh rode Captain Fellowes, promoted from another squadron, and noticing our lack of spirit, he did his best to inspire us with fine words and manly bearing; but we felt ashamed that our own Sikh major was not leading us, and did not respond to encouragement.
Yet when we rode out of Delhi Gate it was as if a miracle took place.