Spencer chuckled. "It is! But I'm proud of being in the Guides." "They say," continued the Scotch boy, "that you have all the frontier races in the corps--Afridis, Afghans, and other Pathan tribes, Sikhs and Gurkhas--and that some of them have been robbers and outlaws, and murderers even. Is that true?" Spencer chuckled still more. "Quite true. We have all sorts--men with the best of characters, men with the worst, and men with no characters at all. We've outlaws and dacoits, thieves and murderers--though they don't call themselves murderers; they resemble the border raiders of Scotland of some hundreds of years ago. But every man who joins the Guides has to be strong, healthy, active, brave as a lion, able to track like a Red Indian, climb mountains, and think for himself. Lumsden gets hold of the most daring men on the border, such as Dilawur Khan and Futteh Khan and Bahram Khan, and makes Guides of them. They don't get coddled; and I guess we shall have more work to do in the future than any regiment in India. We've men of all races and creeds and men of no race or creed--mostly big truculent Pathans, and nearly a hundred jolly little Gurkhas sent us by the King of Nepal at Sir Henry Lawrence's request. Oh, it's a grand corps! and we can get as many men as we like--scores apply for every vacancy. Why, there are dozens of fellows learning the drill at their own expense, both cavalry and infantry, waiting for an opportunity to join us. There's no other regiment in India or England can say the same." "Well, I'd rather serve in the 193rd B.N.I.," Ted declared. "I shouldn't care to trust your Guides very far. Why, many of your Sikhs must have fought against us eight years ago; and as for the Afridis and Yusufzais, they're always raiding British territory and killing our men, whilst the sepoys of the 193rd have fought under British colours for half a century." "That's right, young 'un; stick up for your regiment." "Jim was going to tell me," Ted remarked, "something about that Pathan officer who was speaking to you this morning. Who is he?" "Bahram Khan, do you mean?" "Yes, that's the man. We noticed the natives shrinking from him when he looked at them. Why was that?" The lieutenant lay back in his chair and smiled. "His is a queer story and typical of the Guides," he replied. "A few years ago he was a well-known outlaw and brigand chief, who raided and burnt villages and robbed right and left. We could never catch him, so Lumsden, our colonel, offered to make him an officer if he'd join the Guides, and he consented and brought his brigands with him." Paterson regarded the speaker curiously. "Is that a fact?" he asked. "It is an absolute fact." "We'd keep that sort of ruffian out of the 193rd, wouldn't we, Paterson?" Ted asserted. "Aren't you afraid that you'll wake up some morning with all your throats cut?"