"Four men attacked us.

They all four fired.

I shot three of them with my revolver, and the fourth bolted.

Whether he was the man who really shot your comrade, or not, I cannot say; but you see, the chances are that he was not." The grim faces of the Sikhs lit up with a smile.
"You paid them out, anyhow," the sergeant said.

"I don't think we are very deeply in their debt." Lisle went back to the campfire.