their clothes, and their bridles, and their rifles, and their boots—­more especially their boots.  That was a great killing—­done slowly.’  Here the old man will rub his nose, and shake his long snaky locks, and lick his bearded lips, and grin till the yellow tooth-stumps show.  ’Yes, we killed them because we needed their gear, and we knew that their lives had been forfeited to God on account of their sin—­the sin of treachery to the salt which they had eaten.  They rode up and down the valleys, stumbling and rocking in their saddles, and howling for mercy.  We drove them slowly like cattle till they were all assembled in one place, the flat wide valley of Sheor Kot.  Many had died from want of water, but there still were many left, and they could not make any stand.  We went among them, pulling them down with our hands two at a time, and our boys killed them who were new to the sword.  My share of the plunder was such and such—­so many guns, and so many saddles.  The guns were good in those days.  Now we steal the Government rifles, and despise smooth barrels.  Yes, beyond doubt we wiped that regiment from off the face of the earth, and even the memory of the deed is now dying.  But men say——­’

At this point the tale would stop abruptly, and it was impossible to find out what men said across the border.  The Afghans were always a secretive race, and vastly preferred doing something wicked to saying anything at all.  They would be quiet and well-behaved for months, till one night, without word or warning, they would rush a police-post, cut the throats of a constable or two, dash through a village, carry away three or four women, and withdraw, in the red glare of burning thatch, driving the cattle and goats before them to their own desolate hills.  The Indian Government would become almost tearful on these occasions.  First it would say, ’Please be good and we’ll forgive you.’  The tribe concerned in the latest depredation would collectively put its thumb to its nose and answer rudely.  Then the Government would say:  ’Hadn’t you better pay up a little money for those few corpses you left behind you the other night?’ Here the tribe would temporise, and lie and bully, and some of the younger men, merely to show contempt of authority, would raid another police-post and fire into some frontier mud fort, and, if lucky, kill a real English officer.  Then the Government would say:  ’Observe; if you really persist in this line of conduct you will be hurt.’  If the tribe knew exactly what was going on in India, it would apologise or be rude, according as it learned whether the Government was busy with other things, or able to devote its full attention to their performances.  Some of the tribes knew to one corpse how far to go.  Others became excited, lost their heads, and told the Government to come on.  With sorrow and tears, and one eye on the British taxpayer at home, who insisted on regarding these exercises as brutal wars of annexation, the Government would prepare an expensive little field-brigade