"Monees," said the Syrian, holding out his hand. The ways of the East are, at least, direct.
"There you are," said the subaltern, handing him ten crisp Bank of England notes. He had come prepared for this contingency.
"When is the attack, now?"
"Friday mornings early."
"The exact time I want."
"Half past fours."
"How do you know?"
"I orderleys and interpreeters to arteelery's staff."
"Oh! Now, isn't there a battery down there?" said Tony, pointing to a piece of rising ground which he had passed over.
"No—one batterees there," said the Syrian, directing his eyes to the exact place where Tony had discovered the first battery.