He sat up yawning, muttered something about greenhouses; then remembering, said: "Are those Arabs coming?
We are in for a fight at last.

Jolly, old fellow, isn't it ?" "You are a jolly old fool!" I answered inconsequently; and marched off in a rage.
My mind was uneasy about this inexperienced young man.

If anything should happen to him, what should I say to his father?
Well, in that event, it was probable that something would happen to me too.

Very possibly we should both be dead in an hour.

Certainly I had no intention of allowing myself to be taken alive by those slaving devils.