ld steel and khaki of native Indian cavalry at attention gleamed motionless between British infantry and two batteries of horse artillery. The only noticeable sound was the voice of a genera
a word of Germa
ur bettor, that shone in spite of mud, for though he has been a man these five-and-twenty years, Ranjoor Singh has neither lost his boyhood love of such things
or Singh's ribs without probing deep enough for an Afghan bullet; that bullet burned after a long day in the saddle. And Bagh was-as the big brute's
ron of Outram's Own is a unity to marvel at, or envy; and its leader a man to be forgiven spurs a half-
-ride-to sweat the brute's savagery-before the colonel-sahib could be made to see his virtues as a charger and accept him into the regiment. Sikh-wise, he loved all things tha
sprang like a loosed Hell-tantrum, and his rider's lips drew tight over clenched teeth as he mastered self, agony and horse in one man's effort. Fight how he would, heel, tooth a
opean, Outram's Own swept down a living avenue of British troops; and neither gunners nor infantry could see one
mixing, the Sikhs trotted for a mile, then drew into a walk
om weary horses, Banjoor Singh went through a task whose form at least was part of his very life. He could imagine nothing less than deat
as so perfunctory that the squadron gaped; the troopers signaled with their eyes as he passed, little more than
ird time he
e passed without detecting it! Do
ins-a general officer talking to us afterward about the Salt, as if a Sikh does not understand the Salt bett
ar against the Chitralis. There is something in my b
be no war until India grows too fat to breathe-unless
*
kneading of it from out of horsehair taxes most of a trooper's energy and full attention. Then, the East being
dered, loud enough f
stable helper on probation combed a tangled
smi
s by the ears, and the stable-helper was the
ot know her door? Does not everybody know it? Who am I that I should know why he goes again? But-does a moth fly only once to the lamp-flame? Does a drunkard drink but once? By the Guru, nay!
wide world over, and the movements of the risaldar-major were reported one by one to the squ
red a tikka-gharri, and that his only weapon was the ornamental dagger that a true Sikh wears twisted in his hair. One after one, five other men reported him nearly all the way thro
on, being almost as inquisitive as they were careful for their major, the squadron delegated other men, in mufti, to watch for him at t
derneath their clothes; for, having betted largely on the
ow, for he was the oldest trooper, and trouble everlasting had preserved him from promotion. "B
to talking as is rule, who
to the belly in blue mud! The winds of all the world blow into Yasmini's and out again. Our risaldar-major knows nothing at all of wom
ng, dissecting, analyzing, subdividing, weighing, guessing at that smell of happenings, wh
the dry earth
m that tor
ched loot-hu
llah on th
t the short
on slipped
of steel on
fall in t
a gray boar
uve of wa
a mad crowd p
een all He