"A shot in the shoulder, sahib--very little."
"As you came down the track?"
"No, sahib; before."
He fumbled in his belt, and produced a small piece of paper, folded. This he handed to Bob, who opened it, and read, scrawled on a leaf torn from a pocket-book, the following lines--
"Get back to India at once. Whole country ablaze.--H. Endicott."
"Where is Endicott Sahib?" he asked quickly.
"In the hills towards the Afghan country, sahib."
"Near where we left him? He has not been there all this time?"
"No, sahib; Endicott Sahib went back to Rawal Pindi, and came again."
"And he is well?"