With never a suspicion of the truth they wheeled their animals about and sent them galloping for the bank which they had left a short time before full of hope and anticipation.
"I'm sorry for that," reflected Jack Everson, "for it mixes things and I can't pick out my man, but here goes." In one sense, his opportunity was better than before; for, while he could not select his particular target, he had but to aim at the bunch to make sure of hitting somebody, which is precisely what he did.
The Ghoojur whom he punctured did not fall, for the reason that two of his friends reached out and prevented him.

It was a piece of supererogation on their part, for when the party emerged from the Ganges upon dry land that fellow was of no further account.
Jack now showed more haste than before in reloading his weapon, fearing that the party would get beyond his reach before he could fire for the fourth time.

Much to his regret, they did so, for though he made the shot, it was necessarily so hurried that it inflicted no injury, and the whole party galloped out of sight over the slight swell without showing any further concern for their companions left behind.

Jack now rose to his feet with the question: "What is my record, doctor ?" "Three bull's-eyes; your score is perfect." "Hardly, for the last was a miss; however, three out of a possible four is pretty fair when the circumstances are considered.

I suspect that that particular party is not likely to give us further trouble." "No, they will not forget the lesson." "If we can induce our enemies to make their approach by the same ford and when the sun is shining this will become truly amusing." "But the Ghoojurs will not repeat that mistake.