They gesticulated as they came.

I could see they looked angry.

All at once Hilda clutched my arm: "Hubert," she cried, in an undertone, "we are betrayed! I see it all now.

These are Tibetans, not Nepaulese." She paused a second, then went on: "I see it all--all, all.
Our guide--Ram Das--he HAD a reason, after all, for getting us into mischief.

Sebastian must have tracked us; he was bribed by Sebastian! It was HE who recommended Ram Das to Sir Ivor!" "Why do you think so ?" I asked, low.
"Because--look for yourself; these men who come are dressed in yellow.
That means Tibetans.