"Where are you going ?" "With you," he laughed.

"I'm foot loose and fancy free.

And I think you ought to have somebody with you to help watch that cook.

He might get away." The idea seemed to appall him.
"Fine!" I exclaimed heartily, and thrust out my hand to him.

"I'm thinking of striking over the range soon to the Manasarowar Lakes.
There's a curious flora I'd like to study." "Anywhere you say suits me," he answered.
We clasped hands on our partnership and soon we were on our way to the valley's western gate; our united caravans stringing along behind us.
Mile after mile we trudged through the blue poppies, discussing the enigmas of the twilight and of the night.
In the light of day their breath of vague terror was dissipated.
There was no place for mystery nor dread under this floor of brilliant sunshine.