They march to and fro below there. I saw them in the lightning."He recovered his composure after a little， and whispering， because Halley's pistol was at his stomach， said： "What is this？ There is no war between us now， and the Mullah will kill me for not seeing you pass！""Rest easy，" said Halley； "we are coming to kill the Mullah， if God please. His teeth have grown too long. No harm will come to thee unless the daylight shows thee as a face which is desired by the gallows for crime done. But what of the dead regiment？""I only kill within my own border，" said the man， immensely relieved. "The dead regiment is below. The men must have passed through it on their journey - four hundred dead on horses， stumbling among their own graves， among the little heaps - dead men all， whom we slew.""Whew！" said Halley. "That accounts for my cursing Carter and the Major cursing me. Four hundred sabres， eh？ No wonder we thought there were a few extra men in the troop. Kurruk Shah，" he whispered to a grizzled native officer that lay within a few feet of him， "hast thou heard anything of a dead Rissala in these hills？
"Assuredly，" said Kurruk Shah with a grim chuckle. "Otherwise， why did I， who have served the Queen for seven-and-twenty years， and killed many hill-dogs， shout aloud for quarter when the lightning revealed us to the watch-towers？ When I was a young man I saw the killing in the valley of Sheor-K搕 there at our feet， and I know the tale that grew up therefrom. But how can the ghosts of unbelievers prevail against us who are of the Faith？ Strap that dog's hands a little tighter， Sahib. An Afghan is like an eel.""But a dead Rissala，" said Halley， jerking his captive's wrist.
"That is foolish talk， Kurruk Shah. The dead are dead. Hold still， Sag." The Afghan wriggled.
"The dead are dead， and for that reason they walk at night. What need to talk？ We be men； we have our eyes and ears. Thou canst both see and hear them down the hillside，" said Kurruk Shah composedly.
Halley stared and listened long and intently. The valley was full of stifled noises， as every valley must be at night； but whether he saw or heard more than was natural Halley alone knows， and he does not choose to speak on the subject.
At last， and just before the dawn， a green rocket shot up from the far side of the valley of Bersund， at the head of the gorge， to show that the Goorkhas were in position. A red light from the infantry at left and right answered it， and the cavalry burnt a white flare. Afghans in winter are late sleepers， and it was not till full day that the Gulla Kutta Mullah's men began to straggle from their huts， rubbing their eyes. They saw men in green， and red， and brown uniforms， leaning on their arms， neatly arranged all round the crater of the village of Bersund， in a cordon that not even a wolf could have broken. They rubbed their eyes the more when a pink-faced young man， who was not even in the Army， but represented the Political Department， tripped down the hillside with two orderlies， rapped at the door of the Gulla Kutta Mullah's house， and told him quietly to step out and be tied up for safe transport. That same young man passed on through the huts， tapping here one cateran and there another lightly with his cane； and as each was pointed out， so he was tied up， staring hopelessly at the crowned heights around where the English soldiers looked down with incurious eyes. Only the Mullah tried to carry it off with curses and high words， till a soldier who was tying his hands said： -"None o' your lip！ Why didn't you come out when you was ordered， instead o' keeping us awake all night？ You're no better than my own barrack-sweeper， you white-'eaded old polyanthus！ Kim up！"Half an hour later the troops had gone away with the Mullah and his thirteen friends. The dazed villagers were looking ruefully at a pile of broken muskets and snapped swords， and wondering how in the world they had come so to miscalculate the forbearance of the Indian Government.
It was a very neat little affair， neatly carried out， and the men concerned were unofficially thanked for their services.
Yet it seems to me that much credit is also due to another regiment whose name did not appear in brigade orders， and whose very existence is in danger of being forgotten.
