The more he asked the more dumb we became until, perhaps with a view to loosing our tongues, the Afghans who mingled among us in the camp began telling what the Germans were saying and doing on the rise two miles away.
They had their machine set up, said they.

They were receiving messages, said they, with this wonderful wireless telegraph of theirs.

They kept receiving hourly news of disasters to the Allied arms by land and sea.

And we were fearfully disturbed about all this, because we knew how important it must be for India's safety that Afghanistan continue neutral.

And why should such savages continue neutral if they were once persuaded that the winning side was that of the Central Powers?
Nevertheless, Ranjoor Singh continued to grow more and more contented, and I wondered.