Some two hours later the Major was awakened from a profound sleep by a hubbub among the men on the wall. Going out to them, he found them excitedly watching an aeroplane soaring rapidly towards them from the hills. Coja was loudly proclaiming that the flying object proved his truthfulness: no one could any longer deny that he had seen a speck in the sky. A few minutes after it had been sighted the aeroplane sank to rest on the open space in front of the tower. Loud cries of wonder broke from the men when there stepped out of it a young sahib, limping slightly, followed by one of the two sowars who had gone out to meet the major. The trooper greeted his comrades with an air of triumph, and swaggered up to them with an ineffable look of importance. They surrounded him, and listened with admiring envy while he detailed his first impressions of flight through the air. Meanwhile the Major took Lawrence into the officers’ room, where he bathed, and ate the lunch Narrain Khan had provided. He had just finished when there was the clatter of hoofs outside, and in a few minutes entered Captain Fenton, who had ridden up with half a dozen sowars from the fort fifteen miles to the south. "Hullo, major, you look pretty dicky!" said the newcomer, glancing curiously from the major’s bandaged arm to Lawrence. "Yes, I’ve had a knock. Let me introduce you. Lawrence Appleton--you’ve heard of Harry Appleton--Captain Fenton." "I see they’ve sent us an aeroplane, Endicott," said the captain, shaking hands with Lawrence. "An unexpected gift! I thought all the aeroplanes were scouting Kabul way--all there are; they’ve got a dozen or so, on paper, and a regiment of airmen, also on paper: most of us believed they weren’t born yet! Which way did you come, Mr. Appleton?" "You’d better sit down and listen, Fenton," the major interposed. "There’s a lot to say, and not much time to say it in. We’re in for the hottest time since the Mutiny--and if I’m not mistaken, hotter than the Mutiny at its worst: I mean generally, for there won’t be any Cawnpores or Lucknows, I hope. You know that the Afghans are up?" "Yes: we’ve mobilized along the frontier: they won’t get across." The Major smiled grimly. "After I’d wired you to come in," he said, "I got into communication with the Chief at Peshawar and the Viceroy at Delhi. The Amir has just fled to Peshawar: Kabul’s in the hands of the Mongols." "By Jove!"