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"
We
all
seem
to
be
affected
in
various
ways
,
"
he
went
on
,
blowing
his
nose
.
"
Now
,
you
gentlemen
were
alarmed
,
I
believe
,
when
I
trumpeted
.
"
"
Not
alarmed
,
exactly
,
"
said
the
troop-horse
,
"
but
it
made
me
feel
as
though
I
had
hornets
where
my
saddle
ought
to
be
.
Do
n't
begin
again
.
"
"
I
'm
frightened
of
a
little
dog
,
and
the
camel
here
is
frightened
by
bad
dreams
in
the
night
.
"
"
It
is
very
lucky
for
us
that
we
have
n't
all
got
to
fight
in
the
same
way
,
"
said
the
troop-horse
.
"
What
I
want
to
know
,
"
said
the
young
mule
,
who
had
been
quiet
for
a
long
time
--
"
what
I
want
to
know
is
,
why
we
have
to
fight
at
all
.
"
"
Because
we
're
told
to
,
"
said
the
troop-horse
,
with
a
snort
of
contempt
.
"
Orders
,
"
said
Billy
the
mule
,
and
his
teeth
snapped
.
"
Hukm
hai
!
"
(
It
is
an
order
!
)
,
said
the
camel
with
a
gurgle
,
and
Two
Tails
and
the
bullocks
repeated
,
"
Hukm
hai
!
"
"
Yes
,
but
who
gives
the
orders
?
"
said
the
recruit-mule
.
"
The
man
who
walks
at
your
head
--
Or
sits
on
your
back
--
Or
holds
the
nose
rope
--
Or
twists
your
tail
,
"
said
Billy
and
the
troop-horse
and
the
camel
and
the
bullocks
one
after
the
other
.
