But before long I was able to make out dimly through the storm what looked like a railway station.

There was a line of telegraph poles, and where it crossed our road there were buildings enough to have contained two regiments.

I could see no sign of men, but in that light, with rain swirling hither and thither, it was difficult to judge.

I halted, and sent a man back to warn Ranjoor Singh.
We blew on our fingers and stamped to keep life in ourselves, until at the end of ten minutes he came striding out of the rain like a king on his way to be crowned.

My twenty were already speechless with unhappiness and hunger, but he had instilled some of his own spirit into the rest of the regiment, for they marched with a swing in good order.