When I came of age I sought acceptance in the army, and was chosen among many.
When my feet are healed I shall return to duty.

I am a true Sikh.

If the sahib cares to listen, I will tell him truth that has not been written in the papers." So, having diagnosed my nationality and need, he proceeded to tell me patiently things that many English are in the dark about, both because of the censorship and because of the prevailing superstition that the English resent being told--he stabbing and sweeping at the dust with a broken twig and making little heaps and dents by way of illustration,--I sitting silent, brushing away the flies.
Day after day I sought him soon after dawn when they were rolling up the tent-flaps.

I shared the curry and chapatties that a trooper brought to him at noon, and I fetched water for him to drink from time to time.

It was dusk each day before I left him, so that, what with his patience and my diligence, I have been able to set down the story as he told it, nearly in his own words.
But of Risaldar-major Ranjoor Singh bahadur in the flesh, I have not had another glimpse.