“Tell me,” I said quickly; “Captain Brace—my troop?”
“Yonder, not a hundred yards away,” he said. “Didn’t you hear him speak?”
“Yes,” I cried. “Thank Heaven, then, it was he.”
“Let’s get out of here,” said my new friend; “but hadn’t you better change your clothes?”
“He cannot, sahib,” said a voice behind me. “He has none here.”
“Hallo! who are you?” cried the officer.
“My servant,” I cried, as I laid my hand on his arm. “Dost, you saved my life.”
“And he’ll have to save it again,” cried my new friend, “if we stay here. Come along, and let’s get among our men, for this palace swarms with the enemy yet.”
Even as he spoke, a couple of shots rang out, and as they were aimed at us, we rapidly beat a retreat.