Tibet is the most jealous country on earth; it allows no stranger to intrude upon its borders.
I had to meet the worst.

I stood there, a single white man, armed only with one revolver, answerable for the lives of two English ladies, and accompanied by a cringing out-caste Ghoorka cook and half-a-dozen doubtful Nepaulese bearers.

To fly was impossible.

We were fairly trapped.

There was nothing for it but to wait and put a bold face on our utter helplessness.
I turned to our spoilt child.