I will tell a story in illustration.
I was stationed nearly twenty years ago at a district head-quarters in Burma where there was a battalion of Military Police recruited in Upper India. There was also a young Mohammedan civilian who had passed into the Civil Service in London and been posted to Burma. He was an excellent fellow in his way.
It happened one morning that I rode down to the Battalion Commandant's house to see him on some matter. We discussed our business, and after it was finished the Subadar of the battalion, a great soldierly Sikh, came in. He and the Commandant talked for a while, and when he was leaving E. said:
"By the by, Subadar Sahib, we are coming up this evening to the range to do a little firing. Send up the marker and four rifles."
"Four rifles?" queried the Subadar.
E. nodded.
"For whom?"
"For the four Sahibs," said E.
The Subadar counted. "The Deputy Sahib, Huzoor (E.), Hall Sahib, and who else?'
"Oh," said he, "Mahommed V. Sahib," naming the Indian civilian.