Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-10-08

him warily Half a dozen knives might have met in his
body; but the dazed leader shouted a command and
they held Off One of them, crawling under the circle
of STEEL seized the padre by the legs and threw him.
The entrance to the pass clearing now, and the
rear guard was coming up at the double, firing it
came and settling up past with will The in
vader ebbed the ravne and began their hazardous
retreat. They took the padre with them, and utilized
him with extraordinary ingenuity when the bullets
would have been picked off but for his protecting pres
ence Down below the guard shouted with rage;
but it not taking any risks. The ascent made
with almost incredible swftness and the daring raiders
got free with their prisoner, leaving the Brit
sh to clear up after them.
In few hours the Padre Sahib was very many miles
away from his regiment. 1t record march
for who kept himself in fit condition, as he always
did. He not altogether in the dark regarding his
POSITION for he had Ill Irishnans facility for pick
ing up strange languages and some of the hill dialects
were fairly familiar to him. He understood that he had
been recognized "Mullah." He knew also that he
had been brought to the stronghold of Pr Mahomed,
bare. dusty plateau surnounting very honeycomb of
in which the chiefs horde of robbers and outlaws
were lodged.
1t was blazing MONDAY, and there not a hands
breadth of shade anywhere. The tattered multitude
squatted and lounged about the prisoner in hundreds
unkempt, unclean, but free of thews and sinews
shouting and testing though the game of murder and
robbery of the merriest Many among them
well over six feet in height, deep chested and
strong limbed Not feared death less than did the
Padre Sahb, and not one but knew that here
among them. The usual peaSantries left him un-
moved Knives were flashed before his eyes, thrrlsts
made that left him scatheless only by miracle,
shots fired almost at his ear. He stood among
them steady eyed full of stubborn courage, his clear
cut mouth straight and resoute. His were folded
upon his broad breast and in his right hand he held his
crucifx: That was how Pr Mahomed him when
he stalked upon the scene with the scowing Bori
Mullah couple of PAGES in the
CIRDAR PR MAHOMED was a fine man of middle
age, with look of lofty serenity upon his handsome
features He made splendid appearance in killut,
or dress of honor, which had been presented to him in
bygone days when he had been the firm friend of the
Indian Government and the recipient of annual SUBJ
sdy for keeping the peace along certain part of Han
Pass The regretabe little riffs within the Lutte had
been caused partly through jealousy of other subsidized
Sirdars, and partly through what Pr Mahorned
considered the tactlessness of frontier officers in failing
occasionally to overlook the apses of his people, for in
stance, their habit of helping themselves to whatever
they happened to need seeming to him. and to them,
in wise reprehensble so long INDUCED other
where than that part of the pass they pledged
to protect. He was man of the word-his world.
He had been familiar with the precincts of the Deputy
Commissioners house at Dera Ghazi Khan, had sat in
durbar with him. and incidentally became possessed of
much curious information regarding the speech and
habits of the ruling nidels Therefore swinging up to