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4o8 ADVENTURES IN TIBET.
had barely got started when another hail-storm burst,
and in a moment summer was changed into winter, and
we had to don our furs.
The principal diversion that day was occasioned by a
bear which Malenki surprised in the act of digging a
marmot out of his burrow ; and when Bruin set off at a
fast trot the dogs followed him, and kept dancing round
him barking like mad.
Then came the night again with its hateful watching.
But we now had only twenty miles to go, and we were
anxious to do them at one stage. But after their three-
hundred miles’ journey the only two of our horses that
were at all fresh were the two Tibetans, and them we had
to watch closely lest they should break back south to their
former haunts. The Lama kept imagining all this time
that our main camp was besieged by the Tibetans ; but
then the strain was beginning to tell upon him, and he was
getting unstrung.
At length, from the top of a low pass, our eyes were
gladdened by the sight of the broad open valley we had
ridden across the first day of the journey out. But it was
silent and deserted, not a sign to indicate that there were
human beings anywhere near. Here unfortunately one
of our horses came down, and was unable to get up. That
settled it ; we must perforce spend another night on the
road.
The next day was the 20th August, and it was of course
—
pouring with rain ! We had already passed the first
encampment we made on this trip when we heard rifle
shots and saw a yak come galloping up a hill. We at once
directed our steps towards him, and soon became aware
of two black dots, which ere long we made out to be men
on horseback. Were they Tibetans we wondered ? No,
they were riding straight towards us, and after a while we
recognised them ; they were Sirkin and Turdu Bai. Upon
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