"Are you at all in earnest?" I said.
"A little," said Dravot, sweetly. "As big a map as you have got,
even if it's all blank where Kafiristan is, and any books you've got.
We can read, though we aren't very educated."
I uncased the big thirty-two-miles-to-the-inch map of India and
two smaller Frontier maps, hauled down volume INF-KAN of the
"Encyclopaedia Britannica," and the men consulted them.
"See here!" said Dravot, his thumb on the map. "Up to Jagdallak,
Peachey and me know the road. We was there with Robert's Army.
We'll have to turn off to the right at Jagdallak through Laghmann
territory. Then we get among the hills--fourteen thousand feet--fifteen
thousand--it will be cold work there, but it don't look very
far on the map."
I handed him Wood on the "Sources of the Oxus." Carnehan was
deep in the "Encyclopaedia."
"They're a mixed lot," said Dravot, reflectively; "and it won't help
us to know the names of their tribes. The more tribes the more
they'll fight, and the better for us. From Jagdallak to Ashang.
H'mm!"
"But all the information about the country is as sketchy and
inaccurate as can be," I protested.
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