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"I have little love for the race," he said "They hanged two of my servants who ventured too near the rifle-room, and they shot my son in the back e raided the Chitralis If ye and your friends cross the border I will be with you But meantime, till that day, what is s to let the garrisons alone If we stir up the hive in the valleys they s too soon for our success We must win by secrecy and surprise All is lost if we cannot reach the railway before the Punjab is stirring"

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"I will speak," he cried "Ye listen to the s Ye are silent, my children, because ye know not But I as, and these are lish from the land Allah knows I love not the breed! I spit upon it, I thirst for the heart of every ht of all of you But I have heard this talk before When I was a young priest at Kufaz, there ord of this pushing out of the foreigner, and I rejoiced, being unwise Then there was lish ca tribute Since then one down froht, and they have never returned Only the English and the troops have crept nearer Now this stranger talks of his Tsar and how an arht with foreigner This talk, too, I have heard Once there came a man with a red beard who spoke thus, and he went down to Bardur, and lo! ourLet foreigner war on foreigner if they please, but what have we to do in the quarrel, arded the speaker with cal," said he, "except that we have fed you and armed you By your own acts you are the servants of my master"