I rode on abruptly. Then, for the last time, my cavalrymen turned round and shouted faintly back to me. It was a word which carried well. "Chubb, Chubb, Chubb," they were shouting, to give my thoughts a turn. They knew what I must be thinking. They knew; they had been in India. I quickened my horse into a gallop, rode faster and faster, and before night had fallen I had gained the river-boats. It was over....
BOOKS BY PUTNAM WEALE
Political
Manchu and Muscovite
The Re-shaping of the Far East
(2 volumes)
The Truce in the East and its After-math
The Coming Struggle in Eastern Asia
The Conflict of Colour
The Truth about China and Japan