Men with whom we talked at dusk had disappeared at dawn.

Ranjoor Singh, not yet bahadur but risaldar-major, commanding Squadron D of my regiment, Outram's Own, became very busy in the bazaars; and many a night I followed him, not always with his knowledge.

I intended to protect him, but I also wished to know what the doings were.
There was a woman.

Did the sahib ever hear of a plot that had not a woman in it?
He went to the woman's house.

In hiding, I heard her sneer at him.