Will he charge you with having written it ?" "Nay," said the Kurd, nodding, "I can not write, and he knows it." "Do that, then," said Ranjoor Singh.

"Ride and agree to be escort for these Germans and their machine to Afghanistan.

Leave me here with ten or a dozen of your men, who will guide me after I have the gold to where you shall be camping with your Germans somewhere just beyond the Persian border.

I will arrange to overtake you after dusk--perhaps at midnight.

There I will give you the gold, and you shall ride away.