"He left us to go and be our hostage, for our safety--for the safety of your ungrateful skins! He died a hostage, given by us to savages.

They killed him.

Are ye worse savages than they?
Which of our dead lie dishonored anywhere?
Have they not all had burning or else burial?
Are ye judges of the dead?
Or are ye content to live like men?
Take him down, and lay him out for burial! His brother daffadars shall dig his grave!" Aye, sahib.

So he gave the order, and so we obeyed, saying no more, but digging a trench for Gooja Singh with bayonets, working two together turn and turn about, I, who had been all along his enemy, doing the lion's share of the work and thinking of the talks he and I had had, and the disputes.

And here was the outcome! Aye.
It was not a very deep trench but it served, and we laid him in it with his feet toward India, and covered him, and packed the earth down tight.