He seemed to think very highly of the British, rather to his own surprise.
He told me he was a pastry cook by trade, and said he could cook chapatties such as we eat; and he understood my explanation why Sikhs were riding in the front trains and Muhammadans behind--because Muhammadans must pray at fixed intervals and the trains must stop to let them do it.

He understood wherein our Sikh prayer differs from that of Islam.

Yet he refused to believe I am no polygamist.

But that is nothing.

Since then I have fought in a trench beside Englishmen who spoke of me as a savage; and I have seen wounded Germans writhe and scream because their officers had told them we Sikhs would eat them alive.