Many bodies of the rajah's troops had already passed through, on their way to Nagpore, and they were naturally taken to be some of the fugitives.
They travelled as rapidly as possible.

The horses were all inured to long journeys, and they had made from fifty to sixty miles a day.

They halted at a village, twenty miles east of Nagpore.
Nothing unusual had happened, and Harry had just lain down to sleep, when there was a sound as of people gathering in front of his hut.
He was about to rise, to see what was going on; when the door was opened, and a number of armed villagers at once poured into the room, and he was seized before he had time to leap to his feet.

He made no attempt at resistance but, believing that some mistake had been committed, he angrily demanded the reason of this assault.
He was dragged out into the street.

As this happened he heard pistol shots and, a moment later, the four troopers rode up.
One of them had remained at the door of the hut, while the others had lain down.