Ossaroo was the one.

The old shikaree recognised the noise the moment it reached his ears, and knew perfectly well the sort of instrument that must have been producing it; but he was hindered for a time from proclaiming his knowledge, by surprise, as well as a strong feeling of terror at hearing such a sound in such a place.
"By de wheels ob Juggernaut car!" he gasped out.

"Can't be--can't be; no possible him be here." "Who?
What ?" demanded Karl and Caspar, in a breath.
"See, sahibs! it him--it him!" hurriedly rejoined the Hindoo, in a sort of shrieking whisper.

"We all perish--it him--it him--de god--de mighty--de terrible--" There was no light within the hovel, except a faint glimmer from the moon shining brightly enough outside; but it did not require any light to tell that the shikaree was frightened pretty nearly out of his senses.

His companions could discover by his voice that he had suddenly changed position, and was retreating backward to that corner of the hut furthest from the doorway.