Then he drank off a pannikin of warmish, muddy-coloured water which Quick gave to him, and handed it back, saying: "Thanks, Sergeant; that's better than nothing, and cold drink is always dangerous if you are hot.

What's the matter?
Oh! not much.

Shadrach tried to poison Pharaoh; that's all.

I was watching him out of the corner of my eye, and saw him go to the strychnine tin, roll a bit of meat in it which he had first wetted, and throw it to the poor beast.
I got hold of it in time, and chucked it over that wall, where you will find it if you care to look.

I asked Shadrach why he had done such a thing.