Only a dozen words spoke Ranjoor Singh--yet it was as if he lashed him and left him naked.

Whips and a good man's wrath are one.
"Who gave thee leave to yelp ?" said he, and Gooja Singh faced about like a man struck.

By order of the Germans he and I stood in the place of captains on parade, he on the left and I on the right.
"To your place!" said Ranjoor Singh.
Gooja Singh stepped back into line with me, but Ranjoor Singh was not satisfied.
"To your place in the rear!" he ordered.

And so I have seen a man who lost a lawsuit slink round a corner of the court.
Then I spoke up, being stricken with self-esteem at the sight of Gooja Singh's shame (for I always knew him to be my enemy).
"Sahib," said I, "shall I pass down the line and ask each man whether he will sign what the Germans ask ?" "Aye!" said he, "like the carrion crows at judgment! Halt!" he ordered, for already I had taken the first step.

"When I need to send a havildar," said he, "to ask my men's permission, I will call for a havildar! To the rear where you belong!" he ordered.