E-text prepared by Ted Garvin, Mary Meehan, and the Project Gutenberg
Online Distributed Proofreading Team
1907
It was the Road which caused the trouble. It usually is the road. Thatand a reigning prince who was declared by his uncle secretly to have soldhis country to the British, and a half-crazed priest from out beyond theborders of Afghanistan, who sat on a slab of stone by the river-bank andpreached a djehad. But above all it was the road—Linforth's road. Itcame winding down from the passes, over slopes of shale; it was builtwith wooden galleries along the precipitous sides of cliffs; it snakedtreacherously further and further across the rich valley of Chiltistantowards the Hindu Kush, until the people of that valley could endure itno longer.
Then suddenly from Peshawur the wires began to flash their quiet andominous messages. The road had been cut behind Linforth and his coolies.No news had come from him. No supplies could reach him. Luffe, who was inthe country to the east of Chiltistan, had been informed. He had gatheredtogether what troops he could lay his hands on and had already startedover the eastern passes to Linforth's relief. But it was believed thatthe whole province of Chiltistan had risen. Moreover it was winter-timeand the passes