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“Ay—eight thousand men with guns. I remember that night.”
“But the war was not pushed. That is the Government custom. The troops
were recalled because the Government believed the Five Kings were
cowed; and it is not cheap to feed men among the high Passes. Hilás and
Bunár—Rajahs with guns—undertook for a price to guard the Passes
against all coming from the North. They protested both fear and
friendship.” He broke off with a giggle into English: “Of course, I
tell you this unoffeecially to elucidate political situation, Mister
O’Hara. Offeecially, I am debarred from criticizing any action of
superiors. Now I go on.—This pleased the Government, anxious to avoid
expense, and a bond was made for so many rupees a month that Hilás and
Bunár should guard the Passes as soon as the State’s troops were
withdrawn. At that time—it was after we two met—I, who had been selling
tea in Leh, became a clerk of accounts in the Army. When the troops
were withdrawn, I was left behind to pay the coolies who made new roads
in the Hills. This road-making was part of the bond between Bunár,
Hilás, and the Government.”
“So? And then?”
“I tell you, it was jolly-beastly cold up there too, after summer,”
said Hurree Babu confidentially. “I was afraid these Bunár men would
cut my throat every night for thee pay-chest. My native sepoy-guard,
they laughed at me! By Jove! I was such a fearful man. Nevar mind
thatt. I go on colloquially ... I send word many times that these two
Kings were sold to the North; and Mahbub Ali, who was yet farther
North, amply confirmed it. Nothing was done. Only my feet were frozen,
and a toe dropped off. I sent word that the roads for which I was
paying money to the diggers were being made for the feet of strangers
and enemies.”
“For?”
“For the Russians. The thing was an open jest among the coolies. Then I
was called down to tell what I knew by speech of tongue. Mahbub came
South too. See the end! Over the Passes this year after
snow-melting”—he shivered afresh—“come two strangers under cover of
shooting wild goats. They bear guns, but they bear also chains and
levels and compasses.”
“Oho! The thing gets clearer.”
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