In the courtyard wall there was a gap, and through this a crowd of Sepoys were making their way, while a handful of whites were defending a breastwork.

Among them he recognized his own figure.

He saw himself club his rifle and leap down into the middle of the Sepoys, fighting furiously there.

The colors faded away, and the room was in darkness again.

There was the crack of a match, and then Rujub said quietly, "If you will lift off the globe again, I will light the lamp, sahib." Bathurst almost mechanically did as he was told.
"Well, sahib, what do you think of the pictures ?" "The first was true," Bathurst said quietly, "though, how you knew I was with the regiment that stormed the village at Chillianwalla I know not.
The second is certainly not true." "You can never know what the future will be, sahib," the juggler said gravely.
"That is so," Bathurst said; "but I know enough of myself to say that it cannot be true.