We began to be a sorry-looking regiment indeed.
Nevertheless, the ignorance helped, for at least we did not know how serious our wounds were.

I myself received one bullet that passed through both ankles, and it is not likely I shall ever walk again without a limp.

Yet if I can ride what does that matter so long as the government has horses?
And if a man limps in both feet wherein is he the loser?
Mine was a slight wound compared to some of them.
We had come to a poor pass, but Ranjoor Singh's good sense saved the day again.
There came a day when the Bakhtiari Khans gave us a terrible last attention and then left us--as it turned out for good (although we did not know then it was for good).

We watched their dust as their different troops gathered together and rode away southward.

I suppose they had received word of better opportunity for plunder somewhere else; they took little but hard knocks from us, and doubtless any change was welcome.