Night after night the whole sky was alight with the burning bungalows, and day after day we had small companies of Europeans passing through our estate with their wives and children, on their way to Agra, where were the nearest troops.

Mr.Abelwhite was an obstinate man.

He had it in his head that the affair had been exaggerated, and that it would blow over as suddenly as it had sprung up.

There he sat on his veranda, drinking whiskey-pegs and smoking cheroots, while the country was in a blaze about him.

Of course we stuck by him, I and Dawson, who, with his wife, used to do the book-work and the managing.