Linforth wondered whether Shere Ali had ever noticed the resemblance, and whether some recollection of the summer which he had spent at Poynings had ever struck poignantly home as he had stood upon these steps.

Or were all these memories quite dead within his breast?
In one respect Shere Ali was wrong.

The Road would go on--now.

Linforth had done his best to hinder it, as Ralston had bidden him to do, but he had failed, and the Road would go on to the foot of the Hindu Kush.

Old Andrew Linforth's words came back to his mind: "Governments will try to stop it; but the power of the Road will be greater than the power of any Government.