They can do what they like in Rajputana and Bengal and Bombay.

But on the Frontier I want things to go well.

Oh, how I want them to go well!" Luffe had grown very pale, and the sweat glistened upon his forehead.
Dewes held to his lips a glass of brandy which stood upon a table beside the bed.
"What danger do you foresee ?" asked Dewes.

"I will remember what you say." "Yes, remember it; write it out, so that you may remember it, and din it into their ears at Government House," said Luffe.

"You take these boys, you give them Oxford, a season in London--did you ever have a season in London when you were twenty-one, Dewes?
You show them Paris.