49/71 The horse, six feet below us, was aware of me first and snorted, yet Ranjoor Singh did not turn his head. But he neither moved nor answered. Now I knew there was no laughing matter, and my hand trembled as I held it out to touch his shoulder. His arms were folded above his knees and his chin rested on them. I shook him slightly, and his chin fell down between his knees; but he did not answer. |