'Peters might have killed me.' The Colonel nodded.

He was looking with absorbed interest into Sunni's eyes.

He came out of his instant of abstraction with a start, while Jones went on with respectful volubility.
'Beggin' pardon, sir, Peters says as 'ow 'e were all struck of a heap, sir, at 'earin' the young 'un call out in English, sir, an' bein' so light complected fer a native, sir, an' even lighter in that light, Peters didn't rightly know wot 'e might be firin' at, sir.

Peters do be a bit superstitious.' 'Peters took him then, I suppose ?' The Colonel smiled ironically.
'Beggin' YOUR pardon, sir, it was rather 'im as took Peters.

'E walked strite up to 'im, an' "Ware is the burra[9] sahib ?" says 'e.
Peters sends 'im into the guard tent to me as 'e passed on his beat, and pris'ner says "YOU ain't the burra sahib," says he.