The native who took it was ordered to ride like the devil, overtake Mahommed Gunga on the road to Abu, present the sword without explanation, and return.
Cunningham, in spite of himself, had travelled swiftly.

The moon lacked two nights of being full and two more days would have seen him climbing up the fourteen-mile rock road that leads up the purple flanks of Abu, when the ex-trooper of Irregulars cantered from a dust cloud, caught up Mahommed Gunga, who was riding, as usual, in the rear, and handed him the sword.

He held it out with both hands.

Mahommed Gunga seized it by the middle, and neither said a word for the moment.
In silence Mahommed Gunga drew the blade--saw Byng's name engraved close to the hilt--recognized the sword, and knew the sender--thought--and mistook the meaning.
"Was there no word ?" "None." "Then take this word back.

'I will return the sword, with honor added to it, when the peace of India is won.' Say that, and nothing else." "I would rest my horse for a day or two," said the trooper.
"Neither thou nor yet thy horse will have much rest this side of Eblis!" said Mahommed Gunga.