Whether or not Gooja Singh declared under torture that we were Turks we could not get to know, but it is certain that the Kurds decided we were Turks, whatever Wassmuss swore to the contrary; and doubtless he swore furiously!  And because they believed us to be Turks, they let us be for the present, sure that we would try to make our way back if they could keep the main Turkish forces from regaining touch with us.  And Gooja Singh they presently crucified in a place where we would almost surely see him, thinking thus to surprise us with the information that all was known, and to frighten us into a state of comparative harmlessness—­a favorite Kurdish trick.

That did not account for everything.  It did not account for our victory over Turks in the hail-storm and our plunder of the Turks’ camp and capture of the gold.  But none had seen that raid because of the storm, and the spies who had said they talked with our men in the night were now disbelieved.  Our presence in the hills and Gooja Singh’s escape was all set down to Turkish trickery; and doubtless they did not believe we truly had gold with us, or they would have detached at least a party to follow us up and keep in touch.

The clearest thing of all that the disjointed scraps of tale betrayed was that we were in luck!  If the Kurds believed us to be Turks, they were likely to let us wander at will, if only for the very humor and sport of hunting us down when we should try to break back.  “No need to waste more labor setting this camp to rights!” said I.  “We shall rest a little and be up and away again!” And the wounded groaned, and some objected, but I proved right.  Ranjoor Singh was no man to study comfort when opportunity showed itself.  We rested two hours, and during those two hours our friend the Kurdish chief made tip his mind, and he and Ranjoor Singh struck a new bargain.

“Give me the gold!” said he.  “Keep the hostages and ten of my men to guide you, and send them back when you are two days into Persia.  I go to fight against the Turks!”

Well, they bargained, and bargained.  Ranjoor Singh offered him his choice of a chest of gold then and there, or four-fifths of the whole in Persia; and in the end he agreed to take three chests of gold then and there, and to leave us the hostages and thirty men to see us on our way.  “For,” said Ranjoor Singh, “how should the hostages and my prisoners return to you safely otherwise?”

So we kept two chests of gold, and found them right useful presently.  And we said good-by to him and his men, and put out our own fires and rode eastward.  And of the next few days there is nothing to tell except furious marching and very little sleep—­nor much to eat either.