"The boy is my servant, engaged on British territory, under a contract for wages to be paid in English money.

He is to be paid off in British East at the end of my journey." "Who asked you to speak ?" demanded the lieutenant angrily, sitting up like a startled scorpion.

"Do you not know this is a court ?" "It looks like a shambles!" Fred answered, glancing to right and left and indicating the victims of the whip writhing in the name of German justice.
"Shut up, you fool!" counseled Will in a stage whisper, but either Fred did not hear him, or was too worked up to care.
"Silence! Sit down!" "I warn you!" Fred answered.

"That boy has claimed British protection.
I shall see he has it!" Then he sat down.

The lieutenant glared at Kazimoto, the glare changing to a cold grin as he realized how fully we were all at his mercy for the moment.
"You are sentenced," he said, "to two hundred lashes for making impudent answers to the court, and to six months on the chain-gang for deserting from this country and entering foreign service.