He wore the usual loin-cloth, but was usual in nothing else.

He looked older than Methuselah, yet strong, for his muscles stood out like knotted whip-cords; and active, for he stood on the balls of his feet with the immobility that only comes of ableness.

The most unusual thing of all was that he spoke.

He said several words in Sanskrit to the Gray Mahatma, before turning his back on us and leading the way in..