The men on the east bank were more angry and insolent as the current ran swifter. “Baroda” again was the cry, and two of them pointed their guns as before. One of these men, whose weapon was as tall as himself, did this at least twenty times in succession, and always called out “Bakshish” while he brought up his gun to his cheek. Luckily they had come to where a deep lagoon intercepted their progress, and with clothes or guns they could not well swim across the lagoon. It is a traveller’s duty to think of others that may follow his route, and to remedy abuses, and to punish extortions, and to abstain from doubtful actions, lest others may suffer, even if he is not injured. No person can be more sensible of this duty than one who has been so much benefited by the good conduct of other travellers.