Close by, holding Pharaoh by the collar, which we had manufactured for him out of the skin of a camel that had died, stood Sergeant Quick, a look of grim amusement on his wooden face, while around, gesticulating after their Eastern fashion, and uttering guttural sounds of wrath, were several of the Abati drivers.

Orme was absent, being, in fact, asleep at the time.
"What are you doing, Higgs ?" I shouted.
"Can't--you--see," he spluttered, accompanying each word with a blow on the unfortunate Shadrach's prominent nose.

"I am punching this fellow's beastly head.

Ah! you'd bite, would you?
Then take that, and that and--that.

Lord, how hard his teeth are.