When it had gone the round twice it was thrown away; and Chengiz, turning to Kamoo, gravely asked if I wished for anything before he retired for the night.
"You should reach Kelat in twenty-five days," was the answer to my question, "provided the camels keep well and you have no difficulty with the people at Gwarjak; they are not used to Europeans, and may give you some trouble." One of the men here whispered to his chief.
"Malak is the name of the head-man at Gwarjak," went on Chengiz--"a treacherous, dangerous fellow.

Do not have much to do with Malak; he detests Europeans." Malak was, judging from my experiences that night, not the only Baluchi possessed of this failing.

Chengiz having left, I retired to rest, to be suddenly aroused at midnight by a piercing yell, and to find a tall, half-naked fellow, with wild eyes and a face plastered with yellow mud, standing over me, brandishing a heavy club.

Though a revolver was at hand, it was useless; for I saw at a glance that I had to deal with a madman.

After a severe tussle, Gerome and I managed to throw out the unwelcome visitor and bar the door, though we saw him for an hour or more prowling backwards and forwards in the moonlight in front of the bungalow, muttering to himself, waving his arms about, and breaking every now and then into peals of loud laughter.