"Tomorrow, at dawn, risaldar-sahib.

Will you be good enough to make arrangements?
All we need to know is where he is and how to get there--will you attend to that ?" "Ha, sahib." "Thanks.

I wonder if my supper's ready." He turned and walked away, with a little salute-like movement of his hand that was reminiscent of his father.

The two Rajputs watched him in heavy-breathing silence until the little group of lights, where the horse-tents faced the old dak-bungalow, swallowed him.

Then: "He is good.