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The hinterland of one of the frontiers of India, a tangled mass of jungle, mountains, rivers, and unreliable savages, was experiencing an unusual period of quiet. The initial occupation; a subsequent invasion by a horde of noisy and stumbling regulars from India; a first-class political problem involving a year's struggle through the tangle to push back a Cathayan encroachment on the far side; and a VOL. CCXXIII.-NO. MCCCXLVII. steady solerin efficiency of handling by the Gurkhas of the Military Police under that incomparable Political Officer, Pardon-Howe-all these had left the frontier in a state of comparative stability in which no immediate problems seemed imminent. The "Administered Line" ran roughly three marches in from the Political's headquarters on the north bank of the river, and here a succession of stockades peopled by unresting Gurkhas held the edge. A system of small flying columns kept the junglis from the inertia which breeds mischief, and all seemed fairly quiet for the moment. His Excellency James Pascoe, Chief of the Local Government, Pardon-Howe's wise director and friendly colleague, read the latest batch of reports, pushed back his chair, and rubbed the spectacle-mark off the bridge of his nose. It A would do. All was well for the moment. run the frontier without interference. So long, old man, and give all your stout lads my love." He lurched over to his writing-table with his long loose stride, pulled a piece of paper towards him, and wrote to the man whom he trusted above all others. After a cheery and unpatronising form of "Well done, thou good and faithful servant," he announced his long-deferred intention of going home on leave-" and the Lord knows who they'll send as my locum; there's nobody in the immediate running. I only hope it won't be some silly ass from down country, full of theories and ideas, who'll upset all your plans. But whoever itis, be patient with him. I'll tell him, when I hand over, not to bother you, and that he'd better let you alone to Five days later it was handed to Pardon-Howe in durbar at a tribal conference, where he sat on a log, the rain dripping off the edges of his hat, and his pipe upside-down to keep it alight. The two Gurkhas who brought it barged unceremoniously through the squatting groups of tribesmen, treating the reeking assembly, very properly, as dirt. They came to a halt in front of the Burra Sahib, saluted punctiliously, and handed the message. They stood to attention while he read it; the Gurkha instinct, as of all born soldiers, knew the value of a little ceremonial on occasion. The Line of stockaded posts ran, like Hadrian's Wall, along the ill-defined and fluid edge of Administered Territory. Here lay groups of Gurkha Military Police, whose nominal job it was to sit in their stockades and efface themselves, but who, in practice, pervaded everywhere in cheery indifference to a jungle population which lacked everything but leadership and a common purpose to make it aggressively hostile. At any moment it might have roared out into an avalanche of yelling fiends, who would have barged, to their ruin, in mobs against the I. walls of the stockades. As a matter of fact, the émeute never came off, and the occasional whumping and booming of wargongs calling from village to distant village never portended anything worse than yet another conference of endless talk. The Gurkha patrols, using path or dense jungle indifferently, went through the land in every direction. They lived, moved, and fought in a way which regulars thought unconventional, and which the tribes found embarrassing. They had untranslatable nicknames for all the principal natives, cocked their beaver at the girls, and |