He made no offer to help us in any way at all, nor did any of the sergeants.
There was no getting action from Brown.

He was as dead to the world as a piece of wood, and there being no other obvious solution of the problem, Will hoisted him upon his back and carried him, he snoring, all the way home to camp.

Fred hoisted and carried me, for the pain of my wound when I tried to walk was unbearable.
We reached camp abreast and were challenged by the sentries, who made a great show of standing guard.

They took Brown and threw him on the bed in his own tent--accepted Fred's offer of silver money--and departed, marching up-street in their heavy, iron-bound military boots with the swing and swagger only the Nubian in all the world knows just how to get away with.
I lay on the bed in Fred's tent, and then Kazimoto came to us, hugely troubled about something, stirring the embers of the fire before the tent and arranging the lantern so that its rays would betray any eavesdropper.

He searched all the shadows thoroughly, prodding into them with a stick, before he unburdened his mind.
"Those askaris were not put here to guard our tents," he told us.