By that time you could not have crowded in one more passenger with the aid of a battering ram.
"Yalla!" barked Anazeh.

But the engine would not start.

Blood- curdling threats were hurled at the unhappy Ahmed.

Some e of the men got into the water and began to shove off, as if the engine could be encouraged by collaboration.
I was just as keen to escape as any one.

I could not imagine a Sikh or subaltern stupid enough to believe me innocent.