We didn't worry.
"It was five nights ago that we camped at the head of a lovely little valley.

There was a mound that stood up like a tiny watch-tower, looking down it.

The trees grew round like tall sentinels.
"We built our fire in that mound; and after we had eaten, Martin slept.
I sat watching the beauty of the skies and of the shadowy vale.

I heard no one approach--but something made me leap to my feet, look behind me.
"A man was standing just within the glow of firelight, watching me." "A Tibetan ?" I asked.

She shook her head, trouble in her eyes.
"Not at all." Ventnor turned his head.