I shall not give you a farthing." "One word more, sir," cried the tramp, for the other was turning away, "I've been in the Tarada Pass." The old soldier sprang round as if the words had been a pistol-shot.
"What--what d'ye mean ?" he stammered.

"I've been in the Tarada Pass, sir, and I knew a man there called Ghoolab Shah." These last were hissed out in an undertone, and a malicious grin overspread the face of the speaker.
Their effect upon the general was extraordinary.

He fairly staggered back from the gateway, and his yellow countenance blanched to a livid, mottled grey.

For a moment he was too overcome to speak.

At last he gasped out: "Ghoolab Shah' Who are you who know Ghoolab Shah ?" "Take another look," said the tramp, "your sight is not as keen as it was forty years ago." The general took a long, earnest look at the unkempt wanderer in front of him, and as he gazed I saw the light of recognition spring up in his eyes.
"God bless my soul!" he cried.