I thought I knew all about it, and I was quite right according to my experience in London hospitals.

In the case of an Englishman, the hand would have been amputated, and the man would have been all right three weeks afterwards.

But I knew nothing about these soft hearted Hindoos, and never dreamt that an operation which would be a trifle to an Englishman would be fatal to one of them, and that simply because, although they are plucky enough in some respects, they have no more heart than a mouse when anything is the matter with them.

Yes, if it hadn't been for the old Colonel, who gave me a private hint to say nothing about the affair, but merely to put down in my report, 'Died from the effect of a gunshot wound,' I should have got into a deuce of a scrape over that affair.

As it was, it only cost me a hundred rupees to satisfy the man's family and send them back to their native village.
That was for years a standing joke against me, Miss Hannay; except your uncle and the Colonel, there is no one left in the regiment who was there, but it was a sore subject for a long time.