"Daffadar!" Jack called Hassan up the tree. "Who are these men? They don"t look like warriors to me."
Hassan took the binoculars. "Shepherds," he said casually. "They are shepherds without goats or sheep."
"I thought they might be." Jack"s mind was working overtime. "Now these lads up there," Jack said to Hassan. "The Mujahidin. What do they eat?"
Hassan looked puzzled. "They eat whatever they carry with them."
"I see." Jack pointed to a thread of Mujahidin, negotiating the hill slopes. "And what are these fellows carrying down the hill?"
"Dead sheep. You saw the shepherds." Hassan was staring at Jack as if he was an imbecile.
"Exactly," Jack said. "We may be able to use that."
Hassan frowned. "The Mujahidin will not share their sheep with us, sahib."
"No," Jack said. "Nor will the
