'Tis the lightness of your eyes, which are of a colour rarely seen; but somehow or other, it appears to me that it was not at Jooneer, but at Poona, that I noticed your face." "I was at Poona, with my master, when your highness was there," Harry said.
"That accounts for it." The minister touched his horse's flanks with his heel and rode on, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Harry at once joined Wasil.
"Quick, Wasil! There is no time to be lost.

Throw the saddle on to the pony, and make your way out of the camp, at once.

Pitch all the other things into the tent, and close it.

If you leave them here, it will seem strange.