We must get rid of some of that before we leave." "It would be better to allow it to dry on you, sahib.

Our white undergarments would betray us at once, if any Ashantis came upon us.

For my part, my colour is not so very different from theirs." "Yes, perhaps that would be better.

I must rub some over my face, as well." "I do not care, for myself, sahib; we Sikhs are not afraid to die; but after your goodness to me, I would do anything to save you." "What is your name ?" "Pertab, sahib." "Well, Pertab, I think that as we have proceeded so far, we shall pull through, somehow.

You have your bayonet, and I have my revolver, which I will wash and load before we get out of this.