I go back guarded, and then--I die slowly for an example to the rest of Us.

The South is not my country.

I run in circles--like a goat with one eye.

I have not eaten for two days.

I am marked'-- he touched the filthy bandage on his leg--'so that they will know me at Delhi.' 'Thou art safe in the te-rain, at least.' 'Live a year at the Great Game and tell me that again! The wires will be out against me at Delhi, describing every tear and rag upon me.
Twenty--a hundred, if need be--will have seen me slay that boy.