The other man ran off.
Lisle had now time to look round and, to his dismay, the Sikh was leaning against the branch of a tree.
"Are you hit ?" he asked.
"Yes, sahib, a ball has broken my right leg." "That is a bad business, indeed," Lisle said, kneeling beside him.
"It cannot be helped, sahib.

Our fate is meted out to us all, and it has come to me now.

You could not drag me from here, or carry me; it would be impossible, for I weigh far more than you do." Lisle was silent for a moment.
"I see," he said, "that the only thing I can do is to push on to camp, and bring out assistance.

I will leave you my pistol, when I have recharged it; so that if the native who has run away should bring others down, you will be able to defend yourself.

As, however, you remained on your feet, he will not know that you were wounded; and will probably suppose that we would at once push on to join our companions.