I swear it on my faith." "Very well then, send a man to guide us out of this place." An order was given.

One of the men went back and mounted his horse, and rode along by the edge of the morass for nearly half a mile.
The others, more slowly, followed him.
"It is clear that this place in front of us is absolutely impassable," Harry said, "or they would never all move away." "It is lucky that you have not got your favourite horse today, sir," Abdool said--for Harry had bought, from one of the cavalry, a horse that had been captured from the Mahrattas, as one was insufficient for the work he had to do.
"I should be very glad, indeed, Abdool, if I thought that I was likely to return to camp soon.

But in such peril as this, it is but a small satisfaction to know that he is safe." "What do you think of our chances, sahib ?" "I don't think the Rajah of Bhurtpoor will harm us.

He must feel that his situation is almost desperate, and it would put him beyond the reach of pardon, if he were to massacre his prisoners." The Jat had now dismounted, and could be seen making his way towards them on foot; sometimes coming straight, but more often making long bends and turns.

It was evident, by the absence of any hesitation in his movements, that he was well acquainted with the morass.
"If that is the only way to us," Harry said, "it is marvellous, indeed, that we made our way so far." "I think, sahib, that it was the instinct of the horses.