He stepped forward, smiling.
"Ranjoor Singh, as you see, is alive," he said, "and if I am dead, then I must be the ghost of Ranjoor Singh come among you to enforce his orders! Rise!" he ordered.

"Rise and fall in! Havildars, make all ready to resume the march!" "Shoot him, sahib!" I urged, taking out my pistol, that had once been Tugendheim's.

"Shoot him, or let me do it!" "Nay, nay!" he said, laughing in my face, though not unkindly.

"I am not afraid of him." "But I, sahib," I said.

"I fear him greatly!" "Yet thou and I be two men, and I command," he answered gently.