Only the creature's screams reverberated through the jungle, like a belated echo to the restless paroquets.
"He will sleep less easily for a week or two!" hazarded Mahommed Gunga, stepping back toward Cunningham.

In the sudden darkness the white breeches showed and the whites of his eyes, but little else; his voice growled like a rumble from the underworld.
"Why did you do it, risaldar?
What did he say ?" "It was enough, bahadur, that he sat on that stone; for that alone he had been beaten! What he said was but the babbling of priests.

All priests are alike.

They have a common jargon--a common disrespect for what they dare not openly defy.

These temple rats of fakirs mimic them.
That is all, sahib.