"The political agent’s delighted with our haul," he said, as I saluted him. "He’s mentioning your name in his dispatches to the Indian Government. You ought to get something out of it. You got my orders. Well, you can go there for a fortnight; you can’t be spared for longer. Don’t get into trouble. You can finish off those leopards. I killed a couple; there are plenty more." I thanked him very warmly, and as he was shoving off he called out: "They’re getting nervous at Jask again. Some brigands of ’sorts’ from the hills have been cutting the telegraph line and threatening to burn the telegraph station." "Is nothing going to be done?" I asked. "No," he called back. "We’ve advised them to send away those two ladies—two are there, I hear—but nothing else. They’re always crying ’wolf’, and we can’t keep a ship tied to the telegraph-posts all the time." I had intended telling him that Jassim was in Muscat, but this news made me forget him and spoilt my pleasure at getting away from Muscat and being able to help my friends the villagers. It made me very uncomfortable to think of those two fragile ladies exposed to such dangers in those sunbaked telegraph buildings on the little promontory of Jask. We were not ready for sea until next morning, and that night I dreamt that I had to rescue those two ladies, or, rather, choose which I should rescue, and I picked up the little yellow-haired lady with the grey eyes and tried to carry her down to the _Bunder Abbas_; but my foot wouldn’t move properly, and an Arab with a flaming-red beard and a knife in his hand would have caught me had I not woke up.