"I shall get leave to take my soldier servant, Abdool, with me. He is a sharp fellow, and may be useful. I shall have to buy a pony for him."
"What sort of disguises do you want?"
"One is that of a native soldier."
"That is easy enough, as it differs but little from the ordinary Mahratta's dress."
"One would certainly be the attire of a trader, in good circumstances. I can't think, at present, of any other."
"I should say the dress of a Brahmin might be useful," Soyera suggested.
"Yes, that would give me an entry, unquestioned, to Nana, or to any other person of importance."
By nightfall, Soyera had bought the three disguises, and obtained from a native dyer a supply of stain sufficient for a long time; and Harry had purchased two useful ponies, for himself and his servant.
At mess, that evening, the colonel said:
"So you are going to leave us, for a time, Mr. Lindsay. I have received a letter, from the Governor, requesting me to put you in orders, tomorrow, as seconded from the regiment for civil employment. I won't ask you where you are going. That is no business of ours. But I am sure I can say, in the name of my officers as well as myself, that we shall all miss you, very much."