As he glanced at him, Abdool, who was standing a little way behind the others, shook his head, and retired with them.

Harry felt a momentary disappointment; but saw at once that nothing could be attempted in broad daylight; and that it was at night, only, that there was a possibility of success.

He thought that Abdool had only come up in order to see the nature of the fastenings of the doors, and the general position.
He was not with the party who came up in the evening but, in the centre of his rice, Harry found a small piece of paper rolled into a ball.

There was not, however, light enough to enable him to read it; but he lay awake half the night and, at the first gleam of daylight, went up on to the platform and, seating himself so that he was not visible from below, waited till he could see to read the letter.

It was, of course, in Mahratti; and so badly written that he had difficulty in deciphering it.