First, Kipling is a great writer, so almost anything he chooses to put his hand to will be worth perusing--once. His later short stories tend to be about "manly men" who speak in a telscoped professional short hand about "manly things." So, if you don't know much about firearms, ships, trains or cars circa 1900, some of the dialogue will seem a bit abstruse such as this bit from, "The Captive," the lead story in this collection: "I presume you never heard tell of the Laughton-Zigler automatic two-inch field-gun, with self-feeding hopper, single oil-cylinder recoil, and ball-bearing gear throughout? Or Laughtite, the new explosive? Absolutely uniform in effect, and one-ninth the bulk of any present effete charge--flake, cannonite, cordite, troisdorf, cellulose, cocoa, cord, or prism--I don't care what it is. Laughtite's immense, so's the Zigler automatic." Hmmm, maybe they are "immense," but Kipling is right to presume. Anyway, "The Captive" is yet another, in an unlimited series, of Kipling's jingoistic puff-pieces defending the British Empire and allaying anyone's concern that the British aren't just the nicest, most understanding, understated and smartest chaps about, but also the most able too--even in the face of Laughtite and Zigler. This story is of some interest in that it is defending Britain's aggression in South Africa at the turn of the twentieth century, otherwise known as the Boer War, which bequeathed to the world one of the most emblematic of twentieth-century inventions: the concentration camp (or at least the label).
The rest of the stories are a mixed lot of various cats and dogs. There's "The Bonds of Discipline," featuring one of Kipling's recurring characters, the irascible seaman, Emanuel Pyecroft. In a very different vein from "The Captive," this story demonstrates how the British are the nicest, most understanding, understated, smartest--oh, and ablest--chaps about in matching wits with the "Portugee," as opposed to the Dutch Boer. Then there's "A Sahib's War," also a very different story which concerns an Indian who travels with his British master to South Africa and there discovers that even Indians realize that the British are the nicest, most understanding, understated, smartest and ablest chaps about in matching wits with the Dutch Boer. Then, as a twist, there's another Pyecroft story, "Their Lawful Occasions," concerning how some British may not be the nicest, most understanding, understated, smartest and ablest chaps when they try to match wits with other British--namely one Pyecroft and companions--who, in turn, really are the nicest, most understanding, understated, smartest and ablest chaps. The rest of the short stories are even more divergent than these.
So, how does Kipling get three stars? Well, it's sort of like the question once posed to Andre Gide about who the greatest French poet was--the answer: "Victor Hugo, alas!" And who do you think is the greatest English short story writer? Sigh.