Presently the men came back to him, still munching and smacking their lips. A villainous crew they looked. Besides Nurla Bai and Black Jack, there were two other miners; the rest, differently and more martially clad, were evidently part of the advancing force. They sat down at the edge of the hollow, chewing the cud of excellent victuals and of sweet exaltation of mind. Lawrence writhed as he realized how completely these ruffians had outwitted him. The men in front of him a while ago had been simply holding his attention, while the others crept upon him from behind. It was humiliating--one more proof, he thought, that he was certainly not cut out for a soldier. At first the men did nothing but grunt, like pigs that have gorged themselves. Their little eyes rested on their prisoner indolently, as though he were an object of no importance. By and by they began to talk to one another, and then to throw taunting and insolent remarks at him. His knowledge of the niceties of abuse of which their tongue was capable was limited, but he understood enough to make his blood boil. But he discreetly held his peace: he would not flatter them by bandying abuse. When they had thus enjoyed themselves for a while, Nurla Bai rose, and planted himself within a few feet of Lawrence. "What is the good of the great hummingbird now?" he said with a sneer. "Those that hunt partridges ought not to make a noise." It flashed upon Lawrence that the man supposed that the aeroplane had been in pursuit of him. Evidently he was unaware that a party was marching down the track towards the mine. It was just as well to flatter his error. Lawrence made no reply. "The little tins missed their mark," Nurla Bai went on. "Too much haste spoils the hunt. The hawk has broken its wing, I perceive. Perhaps it can be mended?" Lawrence reflected that by telling the truth he might gain a little time and save the aeroplane from destruction. "Yes; it can be mended," he said, "but not here. The damage is slight, but the machine is quite useless as it is." The Kalmuck sat looking at him, apparently following out a train of thought. "How long might it take a man to learn how to use the wings?" he said at length. Lawrence caught the drift of the question. "Perhaps six months, perhaps a year," he said. "It depends on the man." Nurla Bai looked disappointed; clearly he had hoped to appropriate the machine, get it mended, and then make instant use of it. He considered for a little, and then said-- "The hunter is caught in his own toils. You are now as my servant, to do whatsoever I command. It is a change. Give me the mine: I give you the machine." "That is foolishness. Bob Sahib will never give up the mine." "We shall see," said the man with a leer. "When he beholds you in my hands, and knows that if he refuses you will be shot, and the machine broken up, I think he will be wise."