midday
laughed the German . `` Oh ! '' said Ranjoor Singh . A little before midday they reached the Ajmere Gate , and the lumbering cart passed under it . At the farther side the driver stopped his oxen without orders , and Ranjoor Singh stepped out , looking quickly up and down the road . There were people about , but none whom he chose to favor with a second glance . Close by the gate , almost under the shadow of it , and so drab and dirty as to be almost unnoticeable , there was a little cotton-tented booth , with a stock of lemonade and sweetmeats , that did interest him .