Who ever heard of such a thing in this wild region?
He will not give it back, though I entreated.

I am your Honour's servant, speak for me and make him give it back! It is an heirloom!' That grey-haired man was crying like a baby.
Now, I was very young, and his implicit trust in my authority enthralled me.

I valued his dependence on my manhood more than gold and precious stones.

Summoning all the courage I possessed, I clapped spurs to my horse and galloped after the marauder.
'Give back that knife!' I roared.

'O soldier! it is thou to whom I speak.' The soldier turned a studiously guileless face--a handsome face, with fair moustache and a week's beard.