But I did nothing of the sort.

There was a cordon of Sikhs drawn across there, too, with no British officer in sight to enforce discretion.
Come to think of it, I have always regarded a bayonet wound in the stomach as the least desirable of life's unpleasantries.
So Suliman and I turned back.

I decided to investigate that dark little stone house, after all; for it occurred to me that, if that was the centre of conspiracy, then Grim would certainly show up there sooner or later and straighten out the predicament.
Have you ever noticed how hungry you get walking about aimlessly in the dark, especially when you are sleepy in the bargain?
Suliman began to whimper for food, and although I called him a belly on legs by way of encouragement he had my secret sympathy.
I was as hungry as he was; and I needed a drink, too, which he didn't.

The little devil hadn't yet included whiskey in his list of vices.
The side of the street an which the little stone house stood was the darker, so we sat down with our backs against its wall, and the boy proceeded to fall asleep at once.

The one thing I was sure I must not do was imitate him.