I will attend to your funeral in the morning.

Good-night." "Good-night; I shall be back before you are up." And he walked quickly off to where the ryot was waiting and holding his guns.

He had the sense to take two.

I was angry at the perverse temerity of the man.

Why could he not have an elephant out and go like a sensible thinking being, instead of sneaking out with one miserable peasant to lie all night among the reeds, in as great danger from cobras as from the beast he meant to kill?
And all for a girl -- an English girl--a creature all fair hair and eyes, with no more intelligence than a sheep! Was it not she who sent him out to his death in the jungle, that her miserable caprice for a pair of tiger's ears might be immediately satisfied?
If a woman ever loved me, Paul Griggs,--thank heaven no woman ever did,--would I go out into bogs and desert places and risk my precious skin to find her a pair of cat's ears?
Not I;--wait a moment, though.