What's to hinder you?
You want it.

Take it and let me begone." "Yes, I want it; and by all the gods of Hind I'll have it--but safely.
Ah! It would be fine to proclaim myself when mutiny and rebellion stalk about.

Am I a pig to play a game like that?
Tch! Tch!" He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in derision.

"No; I need a buckler till all this roily water subsides and clears." "And then, some fine night, Hare Sahib's throat?
I am not afraid of death, Umballa.

I have faced it too many times.