Often, since, Jerry had attacked him because of Van Horn's head, he had pondered the incident.

Baffling as it was, as all manifestations of life were baffling, it had given him food for thought.

Then there was his admiration for Jerry's courage and that inexplicable something in him that prevented him crying out from the pain of the stick.

And, without thinking of it as beauty, the beauty of line and colour of Jerry had insensibly penetrated him with a sense of pleasantness.

It was good to look upon.
There was another angle to Bashti's conduct.