Umballa was in earnest.

The rear gate was also guarded.

How to get Ramabai out, that was the problem.
He slept a little before dawn, and was aroused by voices below.

He listened.
"I am Jawahir Lal, the water carrier.

Each day at dawn I water the garden of Ramabai to pay a debt." Bruce looked toward Ramabai, who slept the sleep of the profoundly wearied.