I judged he had the physical strength of a buffalo, although doubtless short of wind.
He had very little hair.

Such as he had was yellow, but clipped so short that it looked white.

His yellow mustache was turned up thus at either corner of his mouth; and the mouth was not unkind, not without good humor.
"What is your name ?" said I.
"Tugendheim," said he.

"I am Sergeant Fritz Tugendheim, of the 281 (Pappenheim) Regiment of Infantry, and would God I were with my regiment! What do they call you ?" "Hira Singh," said I.
"And your rank ?" "Havildar," said I.
"Oh-ho!" said he.

"So you're all non-commissioned in here, are you?
Seven of you, eh?
Seven is a lucky number! Well---" He looked us each slowly in the face, narrowing his eyes so that we could scarcely see them under the yellow lashes.