Perhaps, some day, when all the frontier was in flame, and the British power rolled back, he and his people might pour down from the hills and knock even against the gates of Calcutta.

Men from the hills had come down to Tonk, and Bhopal, and Rohilcund, and Rampur, and founded kingdoms for themselves.

Why should he and his not push on to Calcutta?
He bared his head to the night wind.

He was uplifted, and fired with mad, impossible dreams.

All that he had learned was of little account to him now.