I looked forth, and saw that the gang had pulled him out of his palanquin, torn off his turban, stripped him almost naked, and were, as it seemed, about to pull him to pieces.

I snatched up a sword-stick, and ran into the middle of them.

It was all I could do to force my way to him, and, for a moment, I thought my own person was in danger as well as his.

I supported the poor wretch in my arms; for, like most of his countrymen, he is a chickenhearted fellow, and was almost fainting away.

My honest barber, a fine old soldier in the Company's service, ran off for assistance, and soon returned with some police officers.