“Two of my men!” he said. “Found 'em up the Pass. Gazi work I think. They were cut all to pieces. There's a big lashkar gathering somewhere in the 'Hills,' and it might have been done by their skirmishers, but I don't think so.” “A lashkar besides the crowd at Khinjan?” “Yes.” “Who's supposed to be leading it?” “Can't find out,” said Courtenay. Then he stepped aside to give orders to the escort. They carried the dead bodies into the fort. “Know anything of Yasmini?” King asked, when the major stood in front of him again. “By reputation, of course, yes. Famous person--sings like a bulbul--dances like the devil--lived in Delhi--mean her?” King nodded. “When did she start up the Pass?” he asked. “How d'ye mean?” Courtenay demanded sharply. “To-day or yesterday?” “She didn't start! I know who goes up and who comes down. Would you care to glance over the list?” “Know anything of Rewa Gunga?” King asked him. “Not much. Tried to buy his mare. Seen the animal? Gad! I'd give a year's pay for that beast! He wouldn't sell and I don't blame him.” “He goes up the Khyber with me,” said King. “He's what the Turks would call my youldash.” “And the Persians a hamrah, eh? There was an American here lately--merry fellow--and I was learning his language. Side partner's the word in the States. I can imagine a worse side partner than that same man Rewa Gunga--much worse.” “He told me just now,” said King, “that Yasmini went up the Pass unescorted, mounted on a mare the very dead spit of the black one you say you wanted to buy.” Courtenay whistled. “I'm sorry, King. I'm sorry to say he lied.” “Will you come and listen while I have it out with him?” “Certainly.” King threw away his less-than-half-consumed cheroot and they started to walk together toward King's camp. After a few minutes they arrived at a point from which they could see the prisoners lined up in a row facing Rewa Gunga. A less experienced eye than King's or Courtenay's could have recognized their attitude of reverent obedience. “He'll make a good adjutant for you, that man,” said Courtenay; but King only grunted. At sight of them Ismail left the line and came hurrying toward them with long mountainman's strides. “Tell Rewa Gunga sahib that I wish to speak to him!” King called, and Ismail hurried back again. Within two minutes the Rangar stood facing them, looking more at ease than they. “I was cautioning those savages!” he explained. “They're an escort, but they need a reminder of the fact, else they might jolly well imagine themselves mountain goats and scatter among the 'Hills'!” He drew out his wonderful cigarette case and offered it open to Courtenay, who hesitated, and then helped himself. King refused. “Major Courtenay has just told me,” said King, “that nobody resembling Yasmini has gone up the Pass recently. Can you explain?” “You see, I've been watching the Pass,” explained Courtenay. The Rangar shook his head, blew smoke through his nose and laughed.