a woman for me!" he added under his breath.
He saw the bejeweled turban of Umballa bend toward the girl, and it was hard to resist taking a pot at the man.

Kathlyn shook her head.
Thereupon she was led to the trap, her hands bound and the rope round her waist attached securely to the ring.
Ah, they talked about it that night in the surging bazaars, in the palace, wherever two persons came together: how the white hunter had appeared from nowhere, rushed toward the trap as the tiger approached, entered and dropped the door, blazed away at the beast, who turned tail and limped off into the jungle.

Ai! It was a sight for eyes.

They could laugh behind Umballa's back, the gutter born, the iron heeled upstart; they could riddle (confidentially) the council with rude jests.
The law was the law; and none, not even the priests in their shaven polls and yellow robes, might slip beyond the law as it read.

The first ordeal was over.