"Who's supposed to be leading it?"

"Can't find out," said Courtenay. Then he stepped aside to give
orders to the escort. They carried the dead bodies into the fort.

"Know anything of Yasmini?" King asked, when the major stood in
front of him again.

"By reputation, of course, yes. Famous person--sings like a bulbul--
dances like the devil--lived in Delhi--mean her?"

King nodded. "When did she start up the Pass?" he asked.

"How d'ye mean?" Courtenay demanded sharply.

"To-day or yesterday?"

"She didn't start! I know who goes up and who comes down. Would
you care to glance over the list?"

"Know anything of Rewa Gunga?" King asked him.

"Not much. Tried to buy his mare. Seen the animal? Gad! I'd
give a year's pay for that beast! He wouldn't sell and I don't
blame him."

"He goes up the Khyber with me," said King. "He's what the Turks
would call my youldash."