So I had two good reasons, and the words I spoke that night could have been counted without aid of pen and paper.
The long and short of it was that morning found them undecided.
There was one opinion all held--even Gooja Singh, who otherwise took both sides as to everything--that above all and before all we were all true men, loyal to our friends, the British, and foes of every living German or Austrian or Turk so long as the war should last.
The Germans had bragged to us about the Turks being in the war on their side, and we had thought deeply on the subject of their choice of friends.

Like and like mingle, sahib.

As for us, my grandfather fought for the British in '57, and my father died at Kandahar under Bobs bahadur.

On that main issue we were all one, and all ashamed to be prisoners while our friends were facing death.

But dawn found almost no two men agreed as to Ranjoor Singh, or in fact on any other point.
Not long after dawn, came the Germans again, with new arguments.