I shall be taken for, at least, the headman of a large village." He took the two rupees and walked off towards the town, while Stanley went in to luncheon.

There were a good many remarks as to his altered appearance.
"Do you know, Brooke," one of the young lieutenants said, "I did not feel at all sure that Cooke was not humbugging us, when he introduced you to us, and that you were not really a Burman who had travelled, and had somehow learned to speak English extraordinarily well." "Clothes and soap and water make a wonderful difference," Stanley laughed, "but I shall be a good many shades lighter, when the rest of the dye wears off.

At any rate, I can go about, now, without anyone staring at me." After tiffin, Stanley had to tell his story again, at a very much greater length than before.
"You certainly have gone through some queer adventures," the major said, when he had finished his relation; "and there is no doubt that you have had wonderful luck.

In the first place, if that bullet had gone half an inch lower, you would not have been one of the four white survivors of that ugly business at Ramoo; then you were lucky that they did not chop off your head, either when they first took you, or when they got you to Ava.

Then again, it was lucky that Bandoola sent a special message that he wanted you kept as an interpreter for himself, and that the official in charge of you turned out a decent fellow, and aided you to make your escape.
"As to your obtaining the services of the man you brought down with you, I do not regard that as a question of luck.