the journey from Peshawur, not thinking of a use for the list until
he had finished. Then, though, a real use occurred to him.

While he began to write more than a dozen dancing women swept into
the room from behind the silk hangings in a concerted movement that
was all lithe slumberous grace. Wood-wind music called to them
from the great deep window as snakes are summoned from their holes,
and as cobras answer the charmer's call the women glided to the
center and stood poised beneath the punkah.

There they began to chant, still dreamily, and with the chant the
dance began, in and out, round and round, lazily, ever so lazily,
wreathed in buoyant gossamer that was scarcely more solid than the
sandalwood smoke they wafted into rings.

King watched them and listened to their chant until he began to
recognize the strain on the eye-muscles that precedes the mesmeric
spell. Then he wrote and read what he had written and wrote again.
And after that, for the sake of mental exercise, he switched his
thoughts into another channel altogether. He reverted to Delhi
railway station.

"The Turks can spy as well as anybody.--They know those men are
going to Kerachi to be ready for them.--Therefore, having cut his
eye-teeth B.C. several hundred, the Unspeakable Turk will take care
not to misbehave UNTIL he's ready. And I suppose our government,
being ours and we being us, will let him do it! All of which will
take time.--And that again means no trouble in the 'Hills--probably--
until the Turks really do feel ready to begin. They'll preach a
holy war just ahead of the date. The tribes will keep quiet because