Rudyard Kipling aaS “Yes; but I should like to hear some of the Englishmen talk. They might remember me. I was known here a long time ago — when I was some one indeed.” “A long time ago is a very long time ago here. The graveyards are full. Now listen. This new railway runs out so far as Tanai-el-Hassan — that is seven miles. Then there is a camp. They say that beyond Tanai-el-Hassan the English troops go forward, and everything that they require will be brought to them by this line.” “Ah! Base camp. IJ see. That’s a better business than fighting Fuzzies in the open.” “For this reason even the mules to up in the irontain; “Tron what?” “It is all covered with iron, because it is still being shot at.” “An armored train. Better and better! Go on, faithful George.” “And I go up with my mules tonight. Only those who particularly require to go to the camp go out with the train. They begin to shoot not far from the city.” “The dears — they always used to!” Dick snuffed the smell of parched dust, heated iron, and flaking paint with delight. Certainly the old life was welcoming him back most generously. “When I have got my mules together I go up tonight, but you must first send a telegram of Port Said, declaring that I have done you no harm.” “Madame has you well in hand. Would you stick a knife into me if you had the chance?” “I have no chance,” said the Greek. “She is there with that woman.” “T see. It’s a bad thing to be divided between love of woman and the chance of loot. I sympathize with you, George.” They went to the telegraph-office unquestioned, for