I confess I was too agitated to catch every word that was spoken.
Holkar himself, on a tall dromedary, was at a little distance.

The Grand Vizier came up to me--it was his duty to stand by, and see the punishment performed.

"It is yet time!" said he.
I nodded my head, but did not answer.
The Vizier cast up to heaven a look of inexpressible anguish, and with a voice choking with emotion, said, "EXECUTIONER--DO--YOUR--DUTY!" The horrid man advanced--he whispered sulkily in the ears of the Grand Vizier, "Guggly ka ghee, hum khedgeree," said he, "the oil does not boil yet--wait one minute." The assistants blew, the fire blazed, the oil was heated.

The Vizier drew a few feet aside: taking a large ladle full of the boiling liquid, he advanced-- ***** "Whish! bang, bang! pop!" the executioner was dead at my feet, shot through the head; the ladle of scalding oil had been dashed in the face of the unhappy Grand Vizier, who lay on the plain, howling.

"Whish! bang! pop! Hurrah!--charge!--forwards!--cut them down!--no quarter!" I saw--yes, no, yes, no, yes!--I saw regiment upon regiment of galloping British horsemen riding over the ranks of the flying natives.