Don't hit him with your hand, Narayan Singh, for that might hurt his feelings.

Use a stick, and give him a grown man's beating." _"Atcha, sahib."_ Two minutes later yells like a hungry bobcat's gave notice to whom it might concern that the Sikh was carrying out the letter of his orders.

It was good music.

Nevertheless, quite a little of the prospect was spoiled for me by the thought of keeping company with those two Jerusalem guttersnipes.

I would have remonstrated, only for conviction, born of experience, that passengers shouldn't try to run the ship.
"What shall I pack ?" I asked.
"Nothing," Grim answered.