We said nothing.
"Fall in, two deep!" commanded he.

And we fell in, two deep, just as he ordered.
"'Ten-shun!" commanded he.

And we stood to attention.
Sahib, he was Ranjoor Singh! He stood within easy reach of the nearest man, clothed in a new khaki German uniform.

He wore a German saber at his side.

Yet I swear to you the saber was not the reason why no man struck at him.
Nor were there Germans near enough to have rescued him.