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The white road turned to the right with the valley, and the hills crept down to the distance of a gun-shot The ht in waves, and noas in a cold pit of shadow and now in a patch of radiantworld of wintry hill winds and sudden gleaot all else in plain enjoyirt withto whistle some air when his pony shied violently and fell back, and at the same moment a pistol-shot cracked out of a patch of thorn

He turned the beast and rode straight at the thicket, which was a very little one The ball had wandered somewhere into the void, and no harm was done, but he was curious about its owner Up on the hillside he see the cliffs in the fretted ht

It is unpleasant to be shot at in the dark froe youngto work He found a rope stretched taut across the road, which accounted for the pony's stu heartily, he cut it with his knife, and continued, cheerful as before, but somewhat less fantastic Now he kept a sharp eye on all wayside patches

At the head of the valley the waters of the strea frolen up which ran the road to Yarkand, the other descending froully At the foot stood a little hut with an apology for stabling, where an old and dirty gentle till such time as he should attract the notice of his friends up in the hills and go to paradise with a slit throat

Lewis roused theat the door The old ruffian appeared with a sputtering laed to a cave ested the sa he hobbled forth and pointed out the stabling

"The pony is to stay here till it is called for Do you hear? And if Holm Sahib returns and finds that it is not fed he will pay you nothing So good night, father Sound sleep and a good conscience"