Who talks of courage?
Were I not in your august presence, O star of the faithful, I would crop Loll Mahommed's nose from his face, and wear his ears as an ornament in my own pugree! Who is there here that knows not the difference between yonder yellow-skinned coward and Gahagan Khan Guj--I mean Bobbachy Bahawder?
I am ready to fight one, two, three, or twenty of them, at broad-sword, small-sword, single-stick, with fists if you please.

By the holy piper, fighting is like mate and dthrink to Ga--to Bobbachy, I mane--whoop! come on, you divvle, and I'll bate the skin off your ugly bones." This speech had very nearly proved fatal to me, for when I am agitated, I involuntarily adopt some of the phraseology peculiar to my own country; which is so un-eastern, that, had there been any suspicion as to my real character, detection must indubitably have ensued.

As it was, Holkar perceived nothing, but instantaneously stopped the dispute.

Loll Mahommed, however, evidently suspected something, for, as Holkar, with a voice of thunder, shouted out, "Tomasha (silence)," Loll sprang forward and gasped out-- "My lord! my lord I this is not Bob--" But he could say no more.

"Gag the slave!" screamed out Holkar, stamping with fury: and a turban was instantly twisted round the poor devil's jaws.