Specially the lettering on the sack.

G.B.T.
Government Bullock Train.

That's a sack from India.' 'It's my initials,--Gilbert Belling Torpenhow.

I stole the cloth on purpose.
What the mischief are the camel-corps doing yonder ?' Torpenhow shaded his eyes and looked across the scrub-strewn gravel.
A bugle blew furiously, and the men on the bank hurried to their arms and accoutrements.
'"Pisan soldiery surprised while bathing,"' remarked Dick, calmly.
'D'you remember the picture?
It's by Michael Angelo; all beginners copy it.

That scrub's alive with enemy.' The camel-corps on the bank yelled to the infantry to come to them, and a hoarse shouting down the river showed that the remainder of the column had wind of the trouble and was hastening to take share in it.
As swiftly as a reach of still water is crisped by the wind, the rock-strewn ridges and scrub-topped hills were troubled and alive with armed men.
Mercifully, it occurred to these to stand far off for a time, to shout and gesticulate joyously.