First, though, he saw to it that the pulling chains were well wrapped in cotton blankets.

There must be no sound to warn others of their approach.
"Ahmed," began Bruce.
"Leave all things to me, Sahib," interrupted Ahmed, who assumed a strange authority at times that confused and puzzled Bruce.

"It is my Mem-sahib, and I am one of the fingers of the long arm of the British Raj.

And there are books in Calcutta in which my name is written high.
No more!" Through the moon-frosted jungle the two elephants moved silently.

A drove of wild pigs scampered across the path, and the wild peacock hissed from the underbrush sleepily.