“‘For the last time, drop it, Dan,’ says I in a whisper, ’Billy Fish here says that there will be a row.’

“‘A row among my people!’ says Dravot.  ’Not much.  Peachey, you’re a fool not to get a wife too.  Where’s the girl?’ says he with a voice as loud as the braying of a jackass.  ’Call up all the Chiefs and priests, and let the Emperor see if his wife suits him.’

“There was no need to call any one.  They were all there leaning on their guns and spears round the clearing in the centre of the pine wood.  A lot of priests went down to the little temple to bring up the girl, and the horns blew fit to wake the dead.  Billy Fish saunters round and gets as close to Daniel as he could, and behind him stood his twenty men with matchlocks.  Not a man of them under six feet.  I was next to Dravot, and behind me was twenty men of the regular Army.  Up comes the girl, and a strapping wench she was, covered with silver and turquoises but white as death, and looking back every minute at the priests.

“‘She’ll do,’ said Dan, looking her over.  ’What’s to be afraid of, lass?  Come and kiss me.’  He puts his arm round her.  She shuts her eyes, gives a bit of a squeak, and down goes her face in the side of Dan’s flaming red beard.

“‘The slut’s bitten me!’ says he, clapping his hand to his neck, and, sure enough, his hand was red with blood.  Billy Fish and two of his matchlock-men catches hold of Dan by the shoulders and drags him into the Bashkai lot, while the priests howls in their lingo,—­’Neither God nor Devil but a man!’ I was all taken aback, for a priest cut at me in front, and the Army behind began firing into the Bashkai men.

“‘God A’mighty!’ says Dan.  ‘What is the meaning o’ this?’

“‘Come back!  Come away!’ says Billy Fish.  ’Ruin and Mutiny is the matter.  We’ll break for Bashkai if we can.’

“I tried to give some sort of orders to my men—­the men o’ the regular Army—­but it was no use, so I fired into the brown of ’em with an English Martini and drilled three beggars in a line.  The valley was full of shouting, howling creatures, and every soul was shrieking, ’Not a God nor a Devil but only a man!’ The Bashkai troops stuck to Billy Fish all they were worth, but their matchlocks wasn’t half as good as the Kabul breech-loaders, and four of them dropped.  Dan was bellowing like a bull, for he was very wrathy; and Billy Fish had a hard job to prevent him running out at the crowd.

“‘We can’t stand,’ says Billy Fish.  ’Make a run for it down the valley!  The whole place is against us.’  The matchlock-men ran, and we went down the valley in spite of Dravot.  He was swearing horrible and crying out he was a King.  The priests rolled great stones on us, and the regular Army fired hard, and there wasn’t more than six men, not counting Dan, Billy Fish, and Me, that came down to the bottom of the valley alive.

“Then they stopped firing and the horns in the temple blew again.  ’Come away—­for Gord’s sake come away!’ says Billy Fish.  ’They’ll send runners out to all the villages before ever we get to Bashkai.  I can protect you there, but I can’t do anything now.’