midday
What could be happening to the southward ? Ranjoor Singh had gone due east . It was not long before Ranjoor Singh rode out of sight in a cloud of dust , disappearing between two low hills that seemed to guard the rim of the hollow we were crossing . At midday I let the column rest in the cleft between those hills , not troubling to climb and look beyond because the men were turbulent and kept me watchful , and also because I knew well Ranjoor Singh would send back word of any danger ahead . And so he did . I was sitting eating my own meal when his messenger came galloping through the gap with a little slip of twisted paper in his teeth . `` Bring them along , '' said the message .