Neither Fanny nor Amy showed any ill will towards Mabel on account of our mutual participation in the sacrifice, and up to the last night of their stay in Fackabad these amiable girls were poked by me, sometimes in company, sometimes singly, unless 'illness' prevented.

In March of the following year, just twelve months after I had taken Fanny's maidenhead, the girls went home to England, the colonel having retired from the service.

Our parting was extremely painful. We made exchanges of locks of hair from our respective bushes and so eager were the girls for mementoes of mine that it was months before my prick grew out of a forest as thick, or rather as long, as it was when first I pressed it against that of Lizzie Wilson at Nowshera.