"Who shall carry this ?" said he, and Ranjoor Singh laughed.
"My rank is havildar!" said Gooja Singh.
Ranjoor Singh laughed again.

"I will hold court-martial and reduce you to the ranks whenever I see the need!" said he.

"For the present, you shall teach a new kind of lesson to the men you have misled.

They toil with ammunition boxes.

You shall stride free!" Gooja Singh had handed his rifle to me, and I passed it to a trooper.