All our attempts to approach them and enter into conversation with them were entirely unsuccessful.

On their speedy little horses they disappeared like shadows.

As we reached the steep and difficult Pass on the Hamshan and were preparing to spend the night there, suddenly far up on a ridge above us appeared about forty horsemen with entirely white mounts and without formal introduction or warning spattered us with a hail of bullets.

Two of our officers fell with a cry.

One had been instantly killed while the other lived some few minutes.