We were sitting up by that time.

The camels were out of sight.

He rose to his feet and beckoned for his horse before he answered.
"I wished to know who else might properly be suspected," he said, taking his horse's bridle.

So I beckoned for my horse, and ordering the cart in which he had lain to be brought along after us, I rode at a walk beside him to where our infantry were left in hiding.
"Sahib," I said, "it is better after all to shoot this Gooja Singh.
Shoot him on suspicion!" I urged.

"He makes only trouble and ill-will.