He carried in his hand the long staff universally used by bullock drivers and, passing through Poona, arrived an hour later at the camp, which was pitched some three miles from the city.
As large numbers of carts, with forage and provisions, arrived daily in the camp for the use of the troops, no attention whatever was paid to him and, on enquiring for the encampment of Bajee Rao--one of whose officers had, he said, purchased the grain, for his horses and those of his officers and escort--he soon found the spot, which was on somewhat rising ground in the centre of the camp.

It was much larger than he had expected to find it as, beyond being prevented from leaving, Bajee had full liberty, and was even permitted to have some of his friends round him, and two or three dozen troopers of his household regiment.
In charge of these was a young officer, who was well known to Harry during the time of Mahdoo Rao.

Seeing him standing in front of a tent, Harry stopped the cart opposite to him and, leaving it, went up to him.
"Where shall I unload the cart ?" he asked.
"I know nothing about it," the officer said.

"Who has ordered it?
The supply will be welcome enough, for we are very short of forage." Then, changing his tone, Harry said: "You do not know me, Nujeef.

I am your friend, Puntojee." "Impossible!" the other said, incredulously.
"It is so.