The others drowsed, leaning on their rifles.
Ranjoor Singh gave us whispered orders and we rushed them, only one catching sight of us in time to raise an alarm.

He fired his rifle, but hit nobody, and in another second they were all surrounded and disarmed.
Then, down in the hollow we saw many little campfires, each one reflected in the water.

Some Turks and about fifty men of another nation sat up and rubbed their eyes, and a Turkish captain--an upstanding flabby man, came out from the only tent to learn what the trouble might be.

Ranjoor Singh strode down into the hollow and enlightened him, we standing around the rim of the rise with our bayonets fixed and rifles at the "ready." I did not hear what Ranjoor Singh said to the Turkish captain because he left me to prevent the men from stampeding toward the smell of food--no easy task.
After five minutes he shouted for Tugendheim, and the German went down the slope visibly annoyed by the four guards who kept their bayonets within a yard of his back.

It was a fortunate circumstance for us, not only then but very many times, that Tugendheim would have thought himself disgraced by appealing to a Turk.