After a short consultation with his juniors Wrenshaw issued his orders.
He sent for his horse, told the interpreter to get his pony, and also to
saddle-up and load a pack mule. The two Native Commissioners were to
carry on as usual, accepting the tax from those who came to pay.
It was nearly midday. He had to cover twenty miles by sundown. This was
easy enough for himself and his interpreter, but he would also take his
gunbearer and his cook. He believed in being comfortable, and saw no
reason for roughing it now. The two on foot would have to hurry.