"He can't give you a chupatty----" "What's that ?" asked Winnie.
"Something like hardtack.

Well, he can't give you that without ceremonial.

When I arrived at the lodge with Ahmed the old boy--he had the complexion of a prima donna--the old boy sat on his portable throne, glittering with orders.

Standing beside him was a chap we called Umballa.

He had been a street rat.