By that time Ranjoor Singh had picked up enough information at different times, and had added enough of it together to know whither we must march, and the Kurd had nothing to do but obey orders.
We had scarcely ridden three hundred yards into the defile of which I speak, remarking the signs of another small body of mounted men who had preceded us, when fifty shots rang out from overhead and we took open order as if a shell had burst among us.

Nobody was hit, however, and I think nobody was intended to be hit.

I saw that Ranjoor Singh looked unalarmed.

He beckoned for Abraham, who looked terrified, and I took Abraham by the shoulder and brought him forward.

There came a wild yell from overhead, and Ranjoor Singh made Abraham answer it with something about Wassmuss.