that they could see and smell their "Hills" at last.

And there was the general again, not in a dog-cart this time, but
furiously driven in a motor-car, roaring and clattering into the
station less than two minutes after the train arrived. He was out
of the car, for all his age and weight, before it had come to a stand.
He took one steady look at King and then at the prisoners before
he returned King's salute.

"Good!" he said. And then, as if that were not enough: "Excellent!
Don't let 'em out, though, to chew the rag with people on the platform.
Keep 'em in!"

"They're locked in, sir."

"Excellent! Come and walk up and down with me."




Chapter V



Death roosts in the Khyber while he preens his wings!
--Native Proverb


Seen her?" asked the general, with his hands behind him.