Tooni and Abdul heard the terrible news of Cawnpore six months later.

They had gone back to their own country, and it was far from Cawnpore--hundreds and hundreds of miles across a white sandy desert, grown with prickles and studded with rocks--high up in the north of Rajputana.

In the State of Chita and the town of Rubbulgurh there was no fighting, because there were no Sahibs.
The English had not yet come to teach the Maharajah how to govern his estate and spend his revenues.

That is to say, there was no justice to speak of, and a great deal of cholera, and by no means three meals a day for everybody, or even two.

But nobody was discontented with troubles that came from the gods and the Maharajah, and talk of greased cartridges would not have been understood.