He who has honor most at heart speaks least about it.

In one way shame on Ranjoor Singh's account was a good thing, for it made the whole regiment watchful against treachery.
Treachery, sahib--we had yet to learn what treachery could be! Marseilles is a half-breed of a place, part Italian, part French.
The work was being chiefly done by the Italians, now that all able-bodied Frenchmen were under arms.

And Italy not yet in the war! Sahib, I swear to you that all the spies in all the world seemed at that moment to be Italian, and all in Marseilles at once! There were spies among the men who brought our stores.

Spies who brought the hay.

Spies among the women who walked now and then through our lines to admire, accompanied by officers who were none too wide-awake if they were honest.