A bheestee entered, a bheestee goes out.

What is simpler than that?
It is not light enough for the soldiers to notice.

There is food and water here.

Trust me to elude those bhang-guzzlers outside.

Am I a ryot, a farmer, to twist naught but bullocks' tails ?" "Ahmed," said Bruce, holding out his hand, "you're a man." "Thanks, Sahib," dryly.