”Well，there’snoneedformetodwellonthatpartofit。YouknownowwhatJamesBarclaywascapableof。BhurteewasrelievedbyNeillnextday，buttherebelstookmeawaywiththemintheirretreat，anditwasmanyalongyearbeforeeverIsawawhitefaceagain。
Iwastorturedandtriedtogetaway，andwascapturedandtorturedagain。YoucanseeforyourselvesthestateinwhichIwasleft。SomeofthemthatfledintoNepaultookmewiththem，andthenafterwardsI
wasuppastDarjeeling。Thehill-folkuptheremurderedtherebelswhohadme，andIbecametheirslaveforatimeuntilIescaped；butinsteadofgoingsouthIhadtogonorth，untilIfoundmyselfamongtheAfghans。ThereIwanderedaboutformanyayear，andatlastcamebacktothePunjaub，whereIlivedmostlyamongthenativesandpickedupalivingbytheconjuringtricksthatIhadlearned。Whatusewasitforme，awretchedcripple，togobacktoEnglandortomakemyselfknowntomyoldcomrades?Evenmywishforrevengewouldnotmakemedothat。IhadratherthatNancyandmyoldpalsshouldthinkofHarryWoodashavingdiedwithastraightback，thanseehimlivingandcrawlingwithasticklikeachimpanzee。
TheyneverdoubtedthatIwasdead，andImeantthattheynevershould。IheardthatBarclayhadmarriedNancy，andthathewasrisingrapidlyintheregiment，buteventhatdidnotmakemespeak。”Butwhenonegetsoldonehasalongingforhome。
ForyearsI’vebeendreamingofthebrightgreenfieldsandthehedgesofEngland。AtlastI