Siva has guarded him well.
The king picks him out of the gutter for a pretty bit of impudence, sends him afar to Umballa, where he learns to speak English, where he learns to wear shoes that button and stiff linen bands round the neck.
He has gone on, gone on! The higher up, the harder the fall." "The cellar ?" "There are pistols and guns and ammunition and strange little wires by which I make magic fires." "Batteries ?" "One never knows what may be needed.

You have the key ?" "Yes." "Hare Sahib's daughter.

And Hare Sahib ?" with twinkling eyes.
"In some dungeon, mayhap.

There all avenues seemed closed up." "Umballa needs money," said Lal Singh, thoughtfully.

"But he will not find it," in afterthought.
"To-morrow ?" "At dawn." These two men were spiders in that great web of secret service that the British Raj weaves up and down and across Hind, to Persia and Afghanistan, to the borders of the Bear.
Even as Lal Singh picked up his mouthpiece again and Ahmed sallied forth into the bazaars Umballa had brought to him in the armory that company of soldiers who had shown such open mutiny, not against the state but against him.
Gravely he questioned the captain.
"Pay our wages, then, heaven born," said the captain, with veiled insolence.