But I have never seen the white soldiers.' 'They do no harm except when they are drunk.

Keep behind this tree.' They stepped behind the thick trunks in the cool dark of the mango-tope.

Two little figures halted; the other two came forward uncertainly.

They were the advance-party of a regiment on the march, sent out, as usual, to mark the camp.

They bore five-foot sticks with fluttering flags, and called to each other as they spread over the flat earth.
At last they entered the mango-grove, walking heavily.
'It's here or hereabouts--officers' tents under the trees, I take it, an' the rest of us can stay outside.