Not a cloud remained.
After an hour we came in sight of a large khan outside a mud-built village on the shore.

Before it was a crowd, including several soldiers.

As we drew near, Rashid inquired the meaning of the throng.
'A great calamity,' he was informed.

'A man, a foreigner, is dying, killed by highwaymen.

One of his companions, a poor servant, is already dead.' We both dismounted, and Rashid pushed in to learn more of the matter.
Presently a soldier came to me.
'Your Honour is an Englishman ?' he questioned.