This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 edition. Excerpt: ... successfully repulsed by the villagers, aided by a small guard of Military Police, which opportunely arrived on the very day before the assault was made. But for this timely succour Tokmanpur would in all probability have been a heap of smoking ruins; as it was, the robbers were beaten off with a loss of several men and one prisoner. The village now reposed for a time in security, and the hearts of its occupants were reassured. Under the grove of mango-trees adjoining a fine old tank, were picketed two long lines of horses, whose riders were scattered about; some seeing to their chargers being rubbed down, others cleaning their accoutrements, some quietly smoking, others playing pachici (a game like chess), and a few lazily dozing. In one corner of the grove a number of camels were ruminating over their allowance of forage. In another the villagers had established a sort of market, in which the troopers and camp-followers were chaffering for rice and flour, poultry and vegetables. Apart from the small tents of the soldiery was one a little larger and of a different shape; this was the commanding officer's. In front of it three men stood in earnest conversation. The three were Fred Scamperby, Abdul Rahlm, now Ressaldar of his troop, and Jorawur Shikari. Fred had written to his uncle to send him Jorawur, when he had been deputed to watch Beni Sing's movements, and the Shikari, though daily more enraptured with his new nose, was as keen as ever to avenge the loss of his old one on the person of his former chief. He was eagerly talking in subdued tones, whilst the Englishman and Abdul Rakim gravely listened. The latter had grown a very handsome man; tall and stalwart, with an erect and soldierly bearing, a fine open face with clear hazel...

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