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To cut it would give them our exact position ! Otherwise -- why make trouble and perhaps cause pursuit ? '' So we marched under the telegraph wire and took a course about parallel to it . At noon it ceased raining and we rested , eating the bread , of which every man had brought away three loaves . After that , what with marching and the wind and sun our clothes began to dry and we became more cheerful -- all , that is to say , except the ammunition bearers , who abused Gooja Singh with growing fervency . Yet he was compelled to drive them lest he himself be court martialed and reduced to the ranks . Cheerfulness and selfishness are often one , sahib , for it was not what we could see that raised our spirits .