Lawrence hurried out, fearing that weakness had made his uncle rather light-headed. On his acquainting the Major with his amazing discovery, and explaining that the akoi appeared to be very near the river, the order was at once given to return to the track. There they met the other half of the party, who reported that the bridge down stream had collapsed under the hurried flight of the enemy. Their rearguard had evidently elected to try the difficult mountain track rather than risk being caught. Lawrence went down the track with the Major and two troopers, and were soon met by the old Uzbek, whose name no one knew. He conducted them along a narrow parting in the rocks till they reached his akoi. With his aid a litter of skins was rigged up, and on this Mr. Appleton was carried down to the track. There the litter was slung between two horses, and the rest of the journey to the mine was accomplished slowly indeed, but in comfort. On the way Major Endicott, at Mr. Appleton’s entreaty, gave him a succinct account of what had happened during his absence. "I wish I’d been there, egad!" he ejaculated, as he heard of his nephews’ gallant defence. "But no: they’ve had a chance to show what stuff they’re made of; my assistance would have ruined it. D’you still think I’m mad, Endicott?" "Well--perhaps a trifle light-headed--owing to your illness, you know," answered the Major in some confusion. "That’s not what I meant," said Mr. Appleton with twinkling eyes. "You thought me chronically mad, fit for Bedlam. Oh! you needn’t apologize: all you frontier fellows did. ’Poor old Harry,’ you know. ’Only a madman would think of mining in the Hindu Kush!’ But where would you have been without the mine, eh? Where would you have been, the whole dashed lot of you, without the mine and my young nephews? I tell you what, sir, my mine has been the saving of India, and don’t you forget it." "We shan’t do that, Appleton, I assure you," said the Major, willing to humour him. "Yes; my mine, and one other thing: Bob’s aeroplane. What you want, my dear sir, to keep India safe, is a corps of air patrols, with Bob as boss and Lawrence as second in command. We’ve got the finest navy in the world: for its size we’ve got the finest army; and we ought to wake up and get the finest air fleet, and the finest corps of airmen that can be trained. That’s my opinion." There is no need to describe the scenes of wild excitement and jubilation at the mine when Mr. Appleton was carried among his people. The surgeon’s report after examination of the fractured limb was a surprise to everybody. He said that the old Uzbek, by skill or good luck, had done just what an experienced surgeon would have done in the absence of proper splints. The fracture was a simple one, the bone was already joining up, and there would be no risk in conveying Mr. Appleton in the horse-litter by easy stages to India.