We will turn back quietly to the Maharajah's land if the priest-sahib will allow us to camp out for the night here." I glanced at Hilda and Lady Meadowcroft.

I must say their bearing under these trying circumstances was thoroughly worthy of two English ladies.
They stood erect, looking as though all Tibet might come, and they would smile at it scornfully.
The cook interpreted my remarks as well as he was able--his Tibetan being probably about equal in quality to his English.

But the chief Lama made a reply which I could see for myself was by no means friendly.
"What is his answer ?" I asked the cook, in my haughtiest voice.

I am haughty with difficulty.
Our interpreter salaamed once more, shaking in his shoes, if he wore any.

"Priest-sahib say, that all lies.