Their dark faces, with the high cheek-bones and the beaked noses of the Afridi, became passionate and fierce.

Finally Futteh Ali Shah forgot all his Bombay manners; he leaned across Ralston, and cried to Rahat Mian: "Do you know what I would like to do with you?
I would like to string my bedstead with your skin and lie on it." And upon that Ralston arrived at the conclusion that the meeting might as well come to an end.
He dismissed Rahat Mian, promising him a safe conveyance to his home.

But he had not yet done with Futteh Ali Shah.
"I am going out," he said suavely.

"Shall we walk a little way together ?" Futteh Ali Shah smiled.

Landowner of importance that he was, the opportunity to ride side by side through Peshawur with the Chief Commissioner did not come every day.