He took the bottle of whisky he had just brought up from the cellar and replaced it unopened.
"There's on'y one Greek in the world knew where my cattle were!" he announced grimly.

"There's on'y one Greek I ever talked to about cattle.

Coutlass, by the great horn spoon! The blackguard swore he was after you chaps--swore he didn't care nothing about me! What he did to you was none o' my business, o' course--an' I figured anyway as you could look out for yourselves! Not that I told the swine any o' your business, mind! Not me! I was so sure he was gunnin' for you that I told him my own business to throw him off your track! And now the devil goes an' turns on me!" He got down his rifle and began overhauling it, feverishly, yet with a deliberate care that was curious in a man so recently drunk.

While he cleaned and oiled be gave orders to his own boys; and what with having servants of our own and having to talk to them mostly in the native tongue, we were able to understand pretty well the whole of what he said.
"You're not going to start after them to-night ?" Fred objected.

But he and Will were also already overhauling weapons, for the second time that evening.