I kept silence when I could, and was evasive when they pressed me, cowardice struggling with new conviction in my heart.
There came one night at last, when men's hearts burned in them too terribly for sleep, that some one proposed a resolution and sent the word whispering from hut to hut, that we should ask for Ranjoor Singh to be brought to us.

Let the excuse be that he was our rightful leader, and that therefore he ought to advise us what we should do.

Let us promise to do faithfully whatever Ranjoor Singh should order.

Then, when he should have been brought to us, should he talk treason we would tear him in pieces with our hands.

That resolution was agreed to.