Take a seat, won't you ?" A camp-chair creaked under the descending Rajput's weight, and creaked again as he remembered to settle himself less stiffly--less guiltily.
"I say, I'm going to ask you chaps to do me a favor.

You don't mind obliging me now and then, do you ?" The youngster leaned forward confidentially, one elbow on his knee, and looked half-serious, as though what he had to ask were more important than the ordinary.
"Sahib, there is nothing that we will not do." "Ah! Then you won't mind my mentioning this, I'm sure.

Next time you want to kennel a tiger in my bedroom, d'you mind giving me notice in advance?
It's not the stink I mind, nor being waked up; it's the deuced awful risk of hurting somebody.

Besides--look how I spoilt that tiger's mask! The skins I've always admired at home had been shot where it didn't show so badly." There was not even the symptom of a smile on Cunningham's face.

He looked straight into Mahommed Gunga's eyes, and spoke as one man talking calm common sense to another.