"And here am I, with a price on my head!" "In the business we are in there will always be a price on our heads.
And Umballa will bring back the Colonel Sahib.

What then ?" "We know what we know, Lal Singh," and the face under the hood broke into a smile.
Five days passed.

The chief of the brigands was growing restless.

He finally declared that unless the ransom was delivered that night he would rid himself of them all.

The tiger was starving.