Abdool sprang out and, with a bound, leapt upon the sentry's back and, with one hand, grasped his musket.
Taken wholly by surprise, the sentry fell forward on his face, Abdool still clinging to him.

He pressed his knife against the soldier's neck and said that, at the slightest cry, he would drive it home.

Half stunned by the fall, the soldier lay without moving.
[Illustration: Harry ran up to the proclamation and tore it down.] Without the loss of a moment, Harry ran up to the proclamation and tore it down, and then darted off again.

Abdool, springing to his feet, brought the butt end of the soldier's musket down on his head; and then, satisfied that a minute or two must elapse before the man would be recovered sufficiently to give the alarm, he too ran off, and joined Harry at the point where they had separated.
"That was well managed, Abdool.

Now we will walk quietly until we are outside the town as, if we met some of Scindia's men, they would question were we hurrying." In a few minutes they were outside the city; and then, running at a brisk pace, they reached the Residency.