Next came Brace, to announce that he had been too late to do any good in the darkness; but he had the news to impart that Ny Deen and his flying men had formed a conjunction with the little army which had been in pursuit of our men when the sham flight had been carried out.
Toward morning, this information was endorsed by the arrival of the foot regiment with the half of our horse artillery troop, and the lancers, who had all performed their duty with very little loss.
“Lie down and sleep, Gil,” said my father. “We shall have hard work to-morrow.”
“But suppose the rajah comes back to-night to try and surprise us?”
“He will not,” said my father quietly. “He would, but he will not get his men up to the work. Hallo! what’s this?”
For at that moment a white figure entered the room, looking perfectly clean and neat.
“Dost!” I exclaimed.
“Who is Dost?” said my father.
“My servant.”
He had come to announce that a supper was spread in the outer room, and upon our going, there stood Salaman and three of his assistants, all of whom Dost had hunted out, and ordered to set to work.