He lay back in the armchair with his mouth open.
I got him some of Grim's whiskey.
"Nothing ungenerous," I said.

"If you were going to be hanged Grim would have told you." "Do you--do you think he will let me go ?" "Not until he's through with you," said I, "if I'm any judge of him." "What use can I be to him?
My life is not worth a minute's purchase if Noureddin Ali finds me--he or that other whom they let go.

Oh, what idiots to let Noureddin Ali give them the slip, and then to turn the second-worst one loose as well! Those English are all mad.

That man Grim has been corrupted by them!" Grim hardly looked corrupted, rather iron-hard and energetic when he returned presently in his major's uniform.

You could tell the color of his eyes now; they were blue-gray, and there was a light in them that should warn the wary not to oppose him unless a real fight was wanted.