"The men are very weary, sahib," he said at length. "They could not start before morning. There are not horses for all: the march would be slow, and the journey would be long. We should not be safe for a hundred miles, and if the enemy is so numerous, they would pursue us not only along the track, but over the hills, and outstrip us, and we should not escape." "And what if we remain here?" "Who can tell? If we die, we die. But we are safer here, sahib. The enemy cannot haul their guns up the heights opposite. The gorge is narrow; with our gun and our rifles we could prevent them from passing the bend northward--so long as our ammunition lasts." "And how long will that be? And what provisions have we?" "There are plenty of cartridges, sahib, and we have those the Kalmucks left behind in their huts. Our provisions would have lasted three weeks for us all; now that the Kalmucks are gone, they will last longer." "I say, Bob," said Lawrence, "why not block up the track? With a good charge of dynamite we could bring down tons of rock on it, and though that wouldn’t block the way for ever against twenty thousand men, it would give them a few days’ work to clear it." "The chota sahib speaks words of wisdom," said Gur Buksh. "The track is narrow where it bends a little to the north--that is the place to do what the sahib says." "A jolly good notion," said Bob. "We’ll set about it to-morrow. Also, havildar, we will strengthen the wall. You have already, I see, lined it with bags of earth, as I ordered. You must throw up behind them a mound of the tailings from the mine. Cover that with earth, and beat it down hard, and we shall have a triple fortification. It won’t be very scientific, Lawrie, but it ought to be of some use. Can you think of anything else, havildar?" "That is all, sahib. Has the sahib told the Pathans what he has told me?" "Oh yes. The men who were chased by the Kalmucks intended to go home, but I told them everything, and I’m sure they will stick to us. You have arranged the sentries for the night?" "That is done, sahib." "Then we’ll get to bed, Lawrie. We both want a good sound sleep. Wake us if anything happens, havildar." But Gur Buksh had not been gone five minutes, and Bob had not yet taken off his boots, when he was struck with a sudden uneasiness. "I say, Lawrie," he exclaimed, "what if the beggars came up during the night? We couldn’t use either the machine-gun or our rifles with any effect in the darkness, and they might easily slip past; not without some loss, of course, but not enough to stagger them." "But you said yourself just now that it would take them a whole day to repair the bridge. They couldn’t get here before morning."