Not more friendly, perhaps, but less guarded.
"You have talked with Sikhs in California ?" he asked, and I nodded.
"Then you have heard lies, sahib.

I know the burden of their song.

A bad Sikh and a bad Englishman alike resemble rock torn loose.

The greater the height from which they fall, the deeper they dive into the mud.

Which is the true Sikh, he who marched with us or he who abuses us?
Yet I am told that in America men believe what hired Sikhs write for the German papers.
"No man hired me, sahib, although one or two have tried.