Use the hunting howdah.
Both guns and plenty of cartridges.

That's all." The young man ran into his sleeping tent and presently came forth with a pair of ugly looking Colts; for this was before the days of the convenient automatics.

"All aboard, Ramabai!" Bruce laughed; the sound was as hard and metallic as the click of the cartridge belt as he slung it round his waist; but it was music to Ramabai's ears.

"Trust me.

There shan't be any ordeals; not so you would notice it.