I've got to watch." "Well"-- Ruth's voice was uncertain--"we'd been hunting up in Kashmir.
Martin wanted to come over somewhere here.

So we crossed the passes.
That was about a month ago.

The fourth day out we ran across what looked like a road running south.
"We thought we'd take it.

It looked sort of old and lost--but it was going the way we wanted to go.

It took us first into a country of little hills; then to the very base of the great range itself; finally into the mountains--and then it ran blank." "Bing!" interjected Ventnor, looking around for a moment.