Instead of that... Oh dear! It wrings my heart to ruin a good story. Even if Maung Maung had kept t, or if he had gone away and joined Me Me in her search for the family spear, he might still have been presented with a silver watch in Durbar, or even received the congratulations of the Governor in Council, But what does the silly fellow do but to flash an illuminating ray of electric torchlight upon the battlefield, thus revealing friend to friend.
My tale is spoiled: but at least I have been truthful, which supposed to console frustrated authors. And my conclusion instead of being triumphant and witty is tragic and unheroic. Like many another householder in Lower Burma Maung Maung and Me Me are shown tied to a tree in the garden, Ah well! This is history after all, not fiction. If the report of the police station at Chebuda near Kyaukpyu is to be credited, the house was looted of property worth Rs239: and all because Maung Maung ignored the strategy of the brave little tailor of Grimm's. Perhaps electric torches were not invented in Grimm's day: but even so the brave little tailor was not a fool.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.