“Guard!” he ordered. “Release that prisoner. Now, you Stanley, let this be a lesson to you, and remember that I only set you free because I'd have been short-handed otherwise. Number One! Stand guard between the clink and the guardroom door. Keep an eye on both. The remainder--form two-deep. Right turn! By the left, quick-march! Left wheel!... Now,” he said, turning to Juggut Khan, “if you'll come along I'll soon get a horse for you!” The Rajput strode along beside him, and gave him some additional information as they went, Brown taking very good care all the time to keep out of earshot of the men and to speak to Juggut Khan in low tones. He learned, among other things, that Juggut Khan had lost every anna that he owned, and had only escaped with his life by dint of luck and swordship and most terrific riding. “Are all of you Rajputs loyal?” asked Brown. “I know not. I know that I myself shall stay loyal until the end!” “Well--the end is not in doubt. There can only be one end!” commented Brown. “Of a truth, sahib, I believe that you are right. There can only be one end. This night is not more black, this horizon is no shorter, than the outlook!” “Then, you mean--” “I mean, sahib, that this uprising is more serious than you--or any other Englishman--is likely to believe. I believe that the side I fight for will be the losing side.” “And yet, you stay loyal?” “Why not?” “All the same, Juggut Khan--I'm not emotional, or a man of many words. I don't trust Indians as a rule! I--but--here--will you shake hands?” “Certainly, sahib!” said the Rajput. “We be two men, you and I! Why should the one be loyal and the other not?” “When this is over,” said Brown, “if it ends the way we want, and we're both alive, I'd like to call myself your friend!” “I have always been your friend, sahib, and you mine, since the day when you bandaged up a boy and gave him your own drinking-water and carried him in to Bholat on your shoulder, twenty miles or more.” “Oh, as for that--any other man would have done the same thing. That was nothing!” “Strange that when a white man does an honorable deed he lies about it!” said Juggut Khan. “That was not nothing, sahib, and you know it was not nothing! You know that from the heat and the exertion you were ill for more than a month afterward. And you know that there were others there, of my own people, who might have done what you did, and did not!” “But, hang it all! Why drag up a little thing like this?” “Because, sahib, I might have no other opportunity, and--” “Well? And what?” “And the Rajput boy whom you carried was my son!” III. The finding of a remount for Juggut Khan was not so troublesome as might have been supposed. The rumors and plans and whispered orders for the coming struggle had been passed around the countryside for months past, and every man who owned a horse had it stalled safely near him, for use when the hour should come.