杰瑞发布于2025-05-13
Two she-camels had foaled and there was no sniping at us from the hills.They waved goodbye to the mad priest and his servant.And Danny danced them out of sight.The country was deserty.The inhabitants were dispersed, solitary.We travelled by night and kept away from villages.We didn't want to waste ammunition in idle fighting with Afghans.The Pushtukan.A wavy blue line on the map, but we couldn't hope to get camels across.So Peachy says, "It doesn't matter what they cost we'll trade them for goats.We're playing for high stakes."Major McCrimmon bet me 10 bob he could blow up a goat skin in one breath.He did. Though he'd sat down on an anthill in his kilt unknowing.Ten shillings was ten shillings to McCrimmon!Mules.Now, the problem is how to divide five Afghans from three mules and have two Englishmen left over.- Shoot them.No. The mules would bolt.Sit over there, Danny.So we starts forward into those bitter cold mountainous parts and never a path broader than the back of your hand.The mountains was tall and white like wild rams, they was always fighting so you couldn't sleep for the din of their fighting.For God's sake, Danny, pipe down.- Why? Who's going to hear us?- These mountains, that's who.- You wanna start an avalanche?