The people carried us to their warm houses, brought out fat sheep for us, a superfluity of hay and grain for our horses, with abundance of wood to kindle our fires.

To pass from the cold and snow into such a village with its warm houses, to find plenty of good food as we did after days of hunger is an enjoyment that can only be understood by those who have suffered similar hardship, have endured such heavy distress.'" Old Faithful paused and sighed.

"That is so like Firdoos Gita Makani," he said.

"When danger was over he would sit down and write beautiful things about it; but when it was there he never seemed to think of anything but trampling it down." "That is like all Kings," said Roy proudly, "and brave men are always Kings in danger." But Foster-father was looking at the fire.

"Abundance of fuel," he murmured, "that is what we have not." "We shall not need it here, friend," replied the old trooper.