"Yes: take poor old Uncle’s silver ore to India and sell it for what it’s worth. I don’t know how much that will be, but it ought to give us enough money to keep us while we’re looking round for some other job: I’ve had enough of mining. In any case we couldn’t stay here. The place would remind us too much of Uncle and all the tragic horrors." "You’re right: though I don’t like the idea of caving in. Now I’ll get some of the men to carry grease and things to the shed. Can Chunda give me some grub? I’m very hungry." "We’ve got all our provisions either here or in the galleries. We were very lucky to have so much; it will last for two or three weeks more." While Lawrence made his supper, Fyz Ali and three or four other Pathans conveyed to the platform combustibles of all kinds, returning with the ammunition sent by Major Endicott. Then Bob insisted on Lawrence’s sleeping for a few hours. About three o’clock in the morning Lawrence returned with Fazl to the aeroplane. They kindled several fires in the shed, leaving the door open. When the flames gave them light enough, they started the engine and flew off up the river, hearing sounds of commotion among the enemy on the track. Never having flown by night before, Lawrence was rather nervous; but he reached the turning-place safely, wheeled round without mishap, and flew northwards into the stretch of a few hundred yards now illuminated by the blazing shed. There were four bombs left. Lawrence had instructed Fazl to drop two as they passed over the guns, reserving the other two for use as they returned if they should discover that the first had not been effective. They saw two guns placed on the track just opposite the bridge. The Gurkha, leaning over perilously, let fall two bombs together. There was a terrific crash and a babel of yells; but they could not yet tell what damage had been done. The aeroplane was beyond the illuminated area, and Lawrence had to concentrate his attention on the machine as he flew northwards in the darkness. He felt that he could not risk an attempt to turn until he reached the wide space seven miles down stream, and he was very anxious lest the engine should fail for want of petrol before he could get back. It was quite clear that to bring Major Endicott’s advanced party of twelve into the mine was now impossible. By the time the aeroplane should have reached its platform, if it did so, every ounce of fuel would be used up.