There seemed to be no one else who knew.

Tooni could have told him, but Tooni was under orders that she did not dare to disobey.

In the bazar two or three conflicting stories, equally wonderful, were told of Sunni; but none that Dr.
Roberts could believe.

In the end he found out about Sunni from Sunni himself, who had never forgotten one word of what Tooni told the Maharajah.

Sunni mentioned also, with considerable pride, that he had known three English words for a long time--'wass' and 'bruss' and 'isstockin'.' Then Dr.Roberts, with his heart full of the awful grief of the Mutiny, and thinking how gladly this waif and stray would be received by somebody, hurried to the Maharajah, and begged that the boy might be given back to his own people, that he, Dr.Roberts, might take him back to his own people at his personal risk and expense; that inquiries might at least be set on foot to find his relatives.
'Yes,' said the Maharajah, 'but not yet, ee-Wobbis.