You shall recuperate on good food, and then we shall see what we shall see." I asked him where Ranjoor Singh was, but he did not answer me.
We were not compelled to walk.

Few of us could have walked.

We were stiff from confinement and sick from neglect.

Carts drawn by oxen stood near the station, and into those we were crowded and driven to a camp on the outskirts of the town.

There comfortable wooden huts were ready, well warmed and clean--and a hot meal--and much hot water in which we were allowed to bathe.
Then, when we had eaten, doctors came and examined us.