Isaacs, who to every one's astonishment, seemed not to feel any inconvenience from his accident, clung to his seat in Miss Westonhaugh's tonga, sitting in front with the driver, while she and her uncle or brother occupied the seat behind, which is far more comfortable.

At last, however, he was obliged to give his place to Kildare, who had been very patient, but at last said it "really wasn't fair, you know," and so Isaacs courteously yielded.

At last we reached Kalka, where the tongas are exchanged for _dak gharry_ or mail carriage, a thing in which you can sit up in the daytime and lie down at night, there being an extension under the driver's box calculated for the accommodation of the longest legs.

When lying down in one of these vehicles the sensation is that of being in a hearse and playing a game of funeral.

On this occasion, however, it was still early when we made the change, and we paired off, two and two, for the last part of the drive.