'I'm due to go today, but the grouse up in Caithness wanted shootin' so badly that I decided to wangle another day's leave.

They can't expect a man to start for the south of England when he's just off a frowsy journey.' 'All the same you're going to be a stout fellow and start in two hours' time.

And you're going to take me with you.' He stared blankly, and then burst into a roar of laughter.

'You're the man to go tiger-shootin' with.

But what price my commandant?
He's not a bad chap, but a trifle shaggy about the fetlocks.