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In the family sleeping-apartments in Chinese houses hang pictures of Chang Hsien a white-faced long-bearded man with a little boy by his side and in. generic nexium No one would know or care anything about their work; but failure meant probably a small border war in which the Gulla Kutta Mullah would pose as a popular leader against a big bullying power instead of a common border murderer. Then there was silence broken only by the clicking of the compass needles and snapping of watch-cases as the heads of columns compared bearings and made appointments for the rendezvous. Five minutes later the parade-ground was empty; the green coats of the Goorkhas and the overcoats of the English troops had faded into the darkness and the cavalry were cantering away in the face of a blinding drizzle. What the Goorkhas and the English did will be seen later on. The heavy work lay with the horses for they had to go far and pick their way clear of habitations. Many of the troopers were natives of that part of the world ready and anxious to fight against their kin and some of the officers had made private and unofficial excursions into those hills before. They crossed the border found a dried river bed cantered up that waited through a stony gorge risked crossing a low hill under cover of the darkness skirted another hill leaving their hoof-marks deep in some ploughed ground felt their way along another watercourse ran over the neck of a spur praying that no one would hear their horses grunting and so worked on in the rain and the darkness till they had left Bersund and its crater of hills a little behind them and to the left and it was time to swing round. The ascent commanding the back of Bersund was steep and they halted to draw breath in a broad level valley below the height. That is to say the men reined up but the horses blown as they were refused to halt. There was unchristian language the worse for being delivered in a whisper and you heard the saddles squeaking in the darkness as the horses plunged. The subaltern at the rear of one troop turned in his saddle and said very softly:-- 'Carter what the blessed heavens are you doing at the rear? Bring your men up man. ' There was no answer till a trooper replied:-- 'Carter Sahib is forward--not there. There is nothing behind us. ' 'There is ' said the subaltern. 'The squadron's walking on it's own tail. ' Then the Major in command moved down to the rear swearing softly and asking for the blood of Lieutenant Halley--the subaltern who. dw64555s3s32g4hzzx5c5e6et5