His back was covered with blood, and he had evidently been recently flogged, until he fell insensible.

Half a dozen savage-looking men, evidently executioners of Tippoo's orders, were standing round, jeering at the prisoners and refusing their entreaties to bring some water for their comrade.
"You brutes!" one of the captives exclaimed, in English.

"I would give all my hopes of liberty, for ten minutes face to face with you, with swords in our hands." "They would not be of much use to us," the other said quietly.

"It is four days since we had a mouthful of food, and they would make very short work of us." "All the better," the other exclaimed.

"Death would be a thousand-fold preferable to this misery." Dick felt that, if he remained longer, he would be unable to contain himself; and turning hastily away, walked off, accompanied by Surajah.
"It is awful!" he exclaimed, with tears running down his cheeks; "and to be able to do nothing! What must Father have gone through! I think, Surajah, that if we were to come upon Tippoo I should go for him, even if he were surrounded by guards.