"What will these Baluchi chaps do now?" I asked. "Baluchis!" he said. "Most of them are Afghans, the real fighting Afghan; there are only a sprinkling of Baluchis. I don’t know what they will do, but they’ve had such a lesson that they’ll probably be off again to the hills to-night. I’ve sent off a wire to Duckworth to tell him that we’ve been attacked and that you beat them off by fire from your launch." He seemed undecided what to do. He still hesitated about burning those confounded huts which had already caused so much trouble. He did not want to irritate the employees who lived there, and kept on saying: "We’ll wait till the morning; there probably won’t be a sign of them then." But he gladly accepted my offer to mount one of my Maxims on top of the station, and I went back to the _Bunder Abbas_ with my people to send it ashore as quickly as possible. Already some at least of the Afghans were recovering their fright, for as we marched down to the beach we came in for a sharp "sniping", and Jones the marine was shot through the arm. He dropped his rifle and swore at Gamble, thinking he had struck him; then he looked at the place, shook his fist towards the Old Fort, picked up his rifle with the other hand, and came on. It was the same arm which had been hit during the engagement with the Afghans at Bungi whilst we were trying to get old Popple Opstein out of his trap. Once aboard the _Bunder Abbas_ I took charge and sent Mr. Scarlett ashore with the Maxim. He was delighted to go, unshipped it and lowered it, with two thousand rounds of ammunition, into the dinghy, and set off ashore with Jackson and Ellis to help him. Some of the telegraph coolies were waiting to carry it up the slope, and as I ate some breakfast which Percy had ready for me, and afterwards smoked my pipe, I watched the three of them busy mounting it at the corner of the parapet. Before leaving the _Bunder Abbas_ I had ordered steam to be raised, and directly the lascar first-driver reported the engines ready I signalled to Mr. Fisher that I intended to steam round to the other side of the peninsula and try to teach the enemy another lesson. This I did, and, as I expected, found them totally unprepared for my approach. They must have seen the _Bunder Abbas_ getting under way and steaming out, but possibly imagined that she was going to sea. At any rate, as I suddenly appeared round the head of the peninsula and the rocks there, I found them crowded together, almost on the shore, among their camels. They appeared to be asleep, but woke with a fright when Moore let rip a shell among them. As they rose to their feet I turned the _Bunder Abbas_ round and gave them a taste of the Maxim as well.