"There is, of course. He may not have been able to spare the men. But hang it all! what’s the good of looking on the dark side? We’ve held our own for a week, and even if we’re smashed in the end I bet the delay is worth a good deal to India. The loss of time is a serious matter for the enemy. But for us the whole twenty thousand of them would be now on the flank of our army. I can’t imagine any force of ours of the same size being checked in this way by a mere handful of men in a gorge. I dare say the reason is that the Kalmucks aren’t used to hill fighting. They’re best in a cavalry raid; here their horses are only a nuisance, and they’re rather slow to adapt themselves to the conditions. But they’ve had a week to get used to them; and the worst of it is that our fellows, plucky as they are, are pretty nearly worn out." "Do you think they’ll jib if relief doesn’t come?" "What’s the good? They’d only be massacred. They’ll fight to the last gasp.... I say, I’ve got an idea. There’s plenty of wire knocking about the mine: let’s make a couple of wire entanglements and set them up in the night, just beyond the breastwork. If we take care the enemy won’t hear us; they certainly won’t see us." "Wouldn’t they notice them when they make their rush?" "That’s possible, of course; but I rather fancy they’ll be so hot to get at us that they won’t. The wire won’t show up much against the background of rock. Anyhow, it’s worth trying. Any check would give us the chance to pepper them from the breastwork, and judging by what we’ve seen already they’ll be in a panic that they’ll take some time to recover from. Now you must get a sleep, so go back to the mine and tell Gur Buksh to get all the wire he can and set all the men to work; it won’t be the first time he’s had such a job, you may be sure." When Lawrence had arranged this with the havildar, and was proceeding to the house, he noticed Ditta Lal walking with an air of dejection about the compound. The Babu’s hands were clasped behind his back; his eyes were bent on the ground, or rather on the intervening promontory of his person. He looked up as Lawrence drew near. "Gigantic undertaking, sir," he said sorrowfully. "Pretty stiff, certainly," replied Lawrence. "Stronger word is requisite in this exigent, sir. Such task transcends the topmost rung of art. Without excessive reverence for dictum of bloated antiquity, I hold with him who sings ’born not made.’" "Well, we can only do our best," said Lawrence, puzzled by the Babu’s words.