I felt mine pull at the rein, as I was leading him, sometimes to the right and sometimes to the left; and I always let him have his way, knowing that horses can see and smell better than we can and, as we were all in single file, you followed without noticing the turns." In ten minutes the man arrived.

He spoke to Harry, but his language differed widely from either Mahratti or that spoken by the people of Bengal.

However, he signed to the troopers to lay down their arms and, when they had done so, started to rejoin the others; and, leading the horses, the party followed.

The path was fairly firm, and Harry had no doubt that it was used by fowlers, in search of the game with which, at certain seasons of the year, the lakes and morasses abounded.
When they arrived at the edge of the swamp, where the others were awaiting them, Harry handed his sword to their leader.

He and his party then mounted and, surrounded by the Jats, rode to Bhurtpoor.
Their entrance was greeted with loud shouts and acclamations by the populace.