place—Bashkai, Khawak, Shu, and everywhere
else.’

“‘What is it?’ I says. ‘There are no
more men coming in to be drilled this
autumn. Look at those fat, black clouds.
They’re bringing the snow.’

“‘It isn’t that,’ says Daniel, putting his
hand very hard on my shoulder; ‘and I
don’t wish to say anything that’s against
you, for no other living man would have
followed me and made me what I am as you
have done. You’re a first-class Commander-in-Chief,
and the people know you; but—it’s
a big country, and somehow you can’t help
me, Peachey, in the way I want to be helped.’

“‘Go to your blasted priests, then!’ I said,
and I was sorry when I made that remark,
but it did hurt me sore to find Daniel talking
so superior when I’d drilled all the men, and
done all he told me.

“‘Don’t let’s quarrel, Peachey,’ says Daniel
without cursing. ‘You’re a King too,
and the half of this Kingdom is yours; but
can’t you see, Peachey, we want cleverer
men than us now—three or four of ‘em that
we can scatter about for our Deputies? It’s