A screen of hillside and grey rock moved across the face of the country behind him.

The last outpost was left behind.

The Fort and the Signal Tower on the pinnacle opposite and the English flag flying over all were hidden from his sight.

Wretched as any exile from his native land, Shere All went up into the lower passes of the Himalayas.

Days were to pass and still the high snow-peaks which glittered in the sky, gold in the noonday, silver in the night time, above the valleys of Chiltistan were to be hidden in the far North.