He lived in a house built recently by a Lieutenant B., who died, as researches at the War Office prove, at Peshawur on 2nd January, 1854.
The house was on a spur of the hill, three or four hundred yards under the only road, with which it communicated by a "bridle path," never used by horsemen.

That path ended in a precipice; a footpath led into the bridle path from Mr.Barter's house.
One evening Mr.Barter had a visit from a Mr.and Mrs.Deane, who stayed till near eleven o'clock.

There was a full moon, and Mr.
Barter walked to the bridle path with his friends, who climbed it to join the road.

He loitered with two dogs, smoking a cigar, and just as he turned to go home, he heard a horse's hoofs coming down the bridle path.

At a bend of the path a tall hat came into view, then round the corner, the wearer of the hat, who rode a pony and was attended by two native grooms.