They were alone, save for their guides, and the single purpose for which--as they then thought--their lives were to be lived out made that long day short as a summer's night.
"The Government will thank us when the work is done," said Shere Ali enthusiastically.
"The Government will be in no hurry to let us begin," replied Linforth drily.

"There is a Resident at your father's court.

Your father is willing, and yet there's not a coolie on the road." "Yes, but you will get your way," and again confidence rang in the voice of the Chilti prince.
"It will not be I," answered Linforth.

"It will be the Road.

The power of the Road is beyond the power of any Government." "Yes, I remember and I understand." Shere Ali lit his pipe and lay back among the straw.