'What's this ?' said Colonel Starr, looking up from his camp table, where he was writing a final message for translation to the Maharajah.

The sun was on the point of rising, the air was crisp, and the sky was splendid.

Lalpore, on her buttressed slope, sat as proud and as silent as ever; but something like a blue ribbon floated from the south wall over the river.
'What's this ?' said Colonel Starr, with the deepest possible astonishment.
'Pris'ner, sir,' answered Thomas Jones, saluting.
'WHAT ?' said the Colonel.

'Nonsense! Where did you get him ?' 'Beg pardon, sir.

Peters were on duty, sir, at the second outpost, sir.