You will have no chance of getting one on the road, and I have no doubt that dinner is ready for serving.

I will tell the butler to give some food to your man, at once." Twenty minutes later, Harry and Abdool were on their way.

Skirting round Poona, they heard the rattle of musketry still being maintained; and indeed, the fighting in the streets of the city continued for twenty-four hours.

By two in the morning, they halted at the top of the Ghauts; partly to give the horses a rest, and partly because it would have been very dangerous to attempt to make the descent in the dark.
At daybreak they continued their journey, arriving at Bombay six hours later.

They rode straight for the Government House, where Harry dismounted and, throwing the reins of his horse to Abdool, told the attendant to inform the Governor that a messenger, from the Resident at Poona, desired to see him.