As he had seen before climbing, a light was burning within, and the window was at the back of the house.

This was but some twenty yards from the palisade and, when he reached it, he stood up and cautiously looked in.
The Indian trooper was seated in a chair, asleep, without his tunic.

One arm was bandaged, and a blood-stained cloth was wrapped round his head.

On a bamboo pallet, with a dark rug thrown over it, was another figure.

The lamp on the wall gave too feeble a light for Stanley to be able to make out whether the figure lying there was Harry, but he had no doubt that it was so.
In a low tone he said, in Hindustani, "Wake up, man!" The soldier moved a little.