But it's no use talking now, and I daresay I should have done the same myself if I had seen him try to poison Pharaoh," and he patted the head of the great dog, of which we were all exceedingly fond, although in reality it only cared for Orme, merely tolerating the rest of us.
"Doctor," he added, "perhaps you would try to patch up our guide's nose and soothe his feelings.

You know him better than we do.

Give him a rifle.

No, don't do that, or he might shoot some one in the back--by accident done on purpose.

Promise him a rifle when we get into Mur; I know he wants one badly, because I caught him trying to steal a carbine from the case.