Thus we spent the night in a warm tent, supped well from hot meat soup with vermicelli, all in the very center of the dominion of the angered Jagasstai.

Early the next morning we found the road not more than two or three hundred paces from our tent and continued our hard trip over the ridge of Tarbagatai.

At the head of the Adair River valley we noticed a flock of the Mongolian crows with carmine beaks circling among the rocks.

We approached the place and discovered the recently fallen bodies of a horse and rider.

What had happened to them was difficult to guess.