Now I had to rein back and make pretense that my horse had been unruly, for Ranjoor Singh came riding toward us, showing his teeth in a great grin, and Captain Fellowes with a word of reproof thrown back to me spurred on to meet him.
"Hurrah, Major Ranjoor Singh!" said Captain Fellowes.

"I'm damned glad to see you!" That was a generous speech, sahib, from a man who must now yield command of the squadron, but Captain Fellowes had a heart like a bridegroom's always.

He must always glory in the squadron's luck, and he loved us better than himself.

That was why we loved him.

They shook hands, and looked in each other's eyes.
Ranjoor Singh wheeled his charger.