Then close up your machine because unless you wish to fight for your existence there will be no more messages sent or received by you between here and Afghanistan." I thought that a strange message for Ranjoor Singh to bid him send.
I did not believe that one of us, however weary, was willing to accept relief at the price of our friends' lives.

Nevertheless, I said nothing, having learned it is not wise to draw too swift conclusions when Ranjoor Singh directs the strategy.
But the German evidently thought so, too, for his eyes looked startled, and I took comfort from that.
"I understand you wish to reach Afghanistan ?" asked Ranjoor Singh.
"That is our eventual destination," said the German.
"Very well," said Ranjoor Singh.

"Pack up your machine.

Then I will permit your journey to the Afghan border, unhampered by me, on two conditions." "What two conditions ?" asked the German.
"That your machine shall remain packed up until you reach Afghanistan, and that your doctor shall divide his services until then equally between your men and mine." "And after that, what ?" asked the German.
"I have nothing to do with Afghanistan," said Ranjoor Singh.

"Keep the bargain and you are free as far as I am concerned to do what you like when you get there." So we had a doctor again at last, for the German agreed to the terms.