It were about two hours ago as far as I could judge, sir, not 'avin' the time by me.

Peters seed pris'ner a-comin' strite fer the camp across the sands from the river, sir.

Peters sings out "Oo goes ?" H'AND there been no notiss took, pints, sir.' 'Yes,' interposed Sunni, composedly, in his best English, 'he did.
But he did not fire.

And that was well, for he might have hit me.
I am not broken.' 'Go on, Jones,' said the Colonel.

'This is very queer.' 'Pris'ner were about ten yards off, sir, 'an, as 'e says, Peters MIGHT 'a hit 'im,' said Sergeant Jones, with solemn humour, 'but afore he'd made up 'is mind to fire, 'e'd come so close Peters saw 'ow small he was, an' therefore didn't, sir.' 'Quite right,' remarked Sunni.