"God will put true thoughts in your heart," he told me, "if you are a true man, and are silent, and listen." His words were true.

I did not speak until I was compelled.

Consider the sequel, sahib.
"Ye have talked these days past," said I, "of nothing but loot--loot--loot! Ye have lusted like wolves for lowing cattle! Yet now ye ask me whither rides Ranjoor Singh! Whither SHOULD he ride?
He rides to find bees for you whose stings have all been drawn, that ye may suck honey without harm! He rides to find you victims that can not strike back! Sergeant Tugendheim," said I, "see that your Syrians do not fall over one another's rifles! March in front with them," I ordered, "that we may all see how well you drill them! Fall in, all!" said I, "and he who wishes to be camp guard when the looting begins, let him be slow about obeying!" Well, sahib, some laughed and some did not.

The most dangerous said nothing.

But they all obeyed, and that was the main thing.