Any regiment can kill its officers.

If ye are weary of being a regiment, behold--I am as near you as a man's throat to his hand! Have no fear"-- (that was a bitter thrust, sahib!)--"this is a German saber; I will use no German steel on any of you.

I will not strike back if any seek to kill me." There was no movement and no answer, sahib.

We did not think; we waited.

If he had coaxed us with specious arguments, as surely a liar would have done, that would probably have been his last speech in the world.