And of the next few days there is nothing to tell except furious marching and very little sleep--nor much to eat either.
Once we were well into Persia we bought food right and left, paying fabulous prices for it with gold from our looted chests.

Here and there we traded a plundered rifle for a new horse, sometimes two new horses.

Here and there a wounded man would die and we would burn his body (for now there was fuel in plenty).

Day after day, night after night, Ranjoor Singh kept in the saddle, hunting tirelessly for news of the party of Germans on ahead of us.

Their track was clear as daylight, and on the fifth day (or was it the sixth) after we entered Persia he learned at last that we were only a day or two behind them.