Talbot Mundy, Hira Singh — Chapter VIII (1918)
“ I must keep my word to you!""I release you from your word to me!" said Tugendheim."And I promised you to the Kurdish chief.""The Kurdish chief?" said Tugendheim. "What of him? What of it? Why, why, why—he is a savage—scarcely human—not to be weighed in the scales against a civilized man! What does such a promise as that amount to?" And he stood tugging at his mustaches as if he would tear them out."I have some gold left," said Ranjoor Singh, when he was sure Tugendheim had no more to say, "and I had seriously thought of buying you for gold from these Kurds. ”
