"There is a good spring a hundred yards away," said the doctor quickly; and at rest on this point, careful watch was set, silence enjoined, and soon after the little camp was asleep. I was so utterly wearied out, that I believe I was one of the first to drop off, and the next thing I remember is lying on my back gazing up at the bright golden shafts of sunlight which penetrated the dense leafage overhead. It was morning once more, and I immediately began to think about our guns. CHAPTER TWENTY. That day passed slowly away, with the heat increasing till the afternoon, and then slowly declining again towards evening. The greatest care was taken of the sepoy prisoners, and the men had the most stringent orders not to go anywhere near the edge of the wood, lest they should be seen by any of the natives at the rajah's camp, and nothing could have been better than their conduct--all, to a man, busying themselves in polishing up their accoutrements and waiting patiently until their services were wanted, for the discipline of our troop was perfection. Quite early in the day I went to Sergeant Craig, but the doctor was by him. "A little irritable this morning," said the latter. "Wounds going on all right; but they pain him, and I've given him something to make him sleep. Don't disturb him, poor fellow." "Is he worse?" I whispered. "Worse? No; better. I'm making a splendid job of him. He'll be about again before long." I had to come away disappointed, but I soon had something else to take up my attention; for, as I was wondering what sort of a plan Craig's would be for seizing the guns, Dost came up to me. "Going to the captain, sahib," he said. "He will give me rupees, and I can go, and buy food." "But you'll be careful not to betray our hiding-place, Dost." "The sahib may trust me," he said, proudly. "They will only think me one who buys to sell again." I walked with him to where Brace was standing, watching the changing guard over our prisoners, and he turned to us sharply. "Ready to start, Dost?" "Yes, sahib," replied the man, holding out his hand for the rupees. "I will try all I can to get plenty, but it will be poor food for the sahib." "Never mind. Now, be careful." "Yes, sahib," said Dost, taking the rupees given to him, hiding them in a fold of his turban, and then salaaming and going off amongst the trees, while after satisfying himself about the safety of his prisoners, Brace laid his hand upon my shoulder, and led me toward the edge of the deep forest, which we approached carefully, going down on our hands and knees before peering out, and seeing a long line of men, with their laden donkeys, each bearing a heavy yellowish-green pile. "The grass-cutters," I whispered, as the men led their animals up toward the little flat, which looked bright and cheerful in the morning sunshine.