It might be that the English, as Colonel Dewes had said, had something of an army.

Let them come to Chiltistan and prove their boast.
"I will go north to the hills," he cried, and with a shock he understood that, after all, he had recovered his own place.

The longing at his heart was for his own country--for his own people.

It might have been bred of disappointment and despair.

Envy of the white people might have cradled it, desire for the white woman might have nursed it into strength.