Stanley repeated the words in a somewhat louder tone, and the trooper sprang to his feet, and looked round in a bewildered way.
"Come to the window," Stanley said.

"It is I, your officer." The man's glance turned to the window but, surprised at seeing a Burmese peasant--as he supposed--instead of the officer, he stood hesitating.
"Come on," Stanley said.

"I am Lieutenant Brooke." The soldier recognized the voice, drew himself up, made the military salute, and then stepped to the window.
"I have come," Stanley said, "to try and rescue Lieutenant Brooke, and yourself.

I have some friends without.

How is he ?" "He is very ill, sir.