"You live in Kashmir?"
"Yes;—you go Indee, sergeant?"
"No, I've never been."
"No go Indee?"
"Not yet."
"Indee very good—English very good—Turk, finish!"
With a sudden jerk and a rattle of chains our water-cart mules pulled out on the trail again and the ghostly figure with its well-folded turban and gleaming white teeth was left behind.
II—HEROISM OF THE SILENT HINDUS
A beautifully calm race, the Hindus. They did wonderful work at Suvla Bay. Up and down, up and down, hour after hour they worked steadily on; taking up biscuits, bully-beef and ammunition to the firing-line, and returning for more and still more. Day and night these splendidly built Easterns kept up the supply.