He puts false construction on every word you or I utter.

He misleads the men.

And now you suspect him of having tried to kill you! Bid me shoot him, sahib, and I obey!" "Who says I suspect him ?" he answered.

"Nay, nay, nay! I will have no murder done--no drumhead tyranny, fathered by the lees of fear! Let Gooja Singh alone!" "Does your head not ache ?" I asked him.
"More than you guess!" said he.

"But my heart does not ache.