He asked me the names of the men who had so spoken and I told him, he repeating them and considering each name for a moment or two.
"Have they finished eating ?" he asked at last, and I told him they had as good as finished.

So he ate his own bread faster.
"Come," he ordered presently, beckoning to Tugendheim and the four guards to follow.
It was raining as hard as ever as we crossed the station yard, and the men had excuse enough for disliking to turn out.

Yet they scented development, I think, and none refused, although they fell in just not sullenly enough to call for reprimand.

Ranjoor Singh drew the roll from his inner pocket and they all answered to their names.

Then, without referring to the list again, he named those who I had told him used high words to me, beginning at Gooja Singh and omitting none.
"Fall out!" he ordered.