It was as if all the tugs and barges out of Austria were hurrying with all the plunder of Europe God knew whither.
"Whither are they taking all this stuff ?" I asked Ranjoor Singh when he came down among us to inspect our rations.

He and I stood together at the stern, and I waved my arm to designate the fleet of floating things.

We were almost the only troops, although there were soldiers here and there on the tugs and barges, taking charge and supervising.
"To Stamboul," said he.

"Bulgaria is in.

The road to Stamboul is open." "Sahib," said I, "I know you are true to the raj.