Mr.Barter, knowing that there was no place they could go to but his own house, cried "Quon hai ?" (who is it ?), adding in English, "Hullo, what the devil do you want here ?" The group halted, the rider gathered up the reins with both hands, and turning, showed Mr.Barter the known features of the late Lieutenant B.
He was very pale, the face was a dead man's face, he was stouter than when Mr.Barter knew him and he wore _a dark Newgate fringe_.
Mr.Barter dashed up the bank, the earth thrown up in making the bridle path crumbled under him, he fell, scrambled on, reached the bridle path where the group had stopped, and found nobody.

Mr.Barter ran up the path for a hundred yards, as nobody could go _down_ it except over a precipice, and neither heard nor saw anything.

His dogs did not accompany him.
Next day Mr.Barter gently led his friend Deane to talk of Lieutenant B., who said that the lieutenant "grew very bloated before his death, and while on the sick list he allowed the fringe to grow in spite of all we could say to him, and I believe he was buried with it".

Mr.
Barter then asked where he got the pony, describing it minutely.
"He bought him at Peshawur, and killed him one day, riding in his reckless fashion down the hill to Trete." Mr.Barter and his wife often heard the horse's hoofs later, though he doubts if any one but B.had ever ridden the bridle path.

His Hindoo bearer he found one day armed with a lattie, being determined to waylay the sound, which "passed him like a typhoon".