For here was a coveted privilege of the White People from which he was debarred, he and the bheestie and the Sepoy.

They were all one, he thought bitterly, to the White People.

The invidious bar of his colour was not to be broken.
"Good-bye," he said, leaning down from his saddle and holding out his hand.

"Thank you very much." He shook hands with the Doctor and cantered down the road, with a smile upon his face.

But the consciousness of the invidious bar was rankling cruelly at his heart, and it continued to rankle long after he had swung round the bend of the road and had lost sight of Chakdara and the English flag.
He passed through Jandol and climbed the Lowari Pass among the fir trees and the pines, and on the very summit he met three men clothed in brown homespun with their hair clubbed at the sides of their heads.