And thou ?' He dived into a clump of stunted firs.
'Unhurt.

Come away.

We go with these folk to Shamlegh-under-the-Snow.' 'But not before we have done justice,' a voice cried.

'I have got the Sahibs' guns--all four.

Let us go down.' 'He struck the Holy One--we saw it! Our cattle will be barren--our wives will cease to bear! The snows will slide upon us as we go home...