I had assigned me as interpreter a fine young Russian colonist, the nephew of the murdered Bobroff, a splendid rider as well as a cool, brave man.

Lt.-Colonel Michailoff gave me one of his officers to accompany me.

Supplied with an express tzara for the post horses and guides, we traveled rapidly over the way which was now familiar to me to find my old friend, Jelib Djamsrap Huktuktu of Narabanchi.

Although there was deep snow in some places, we made from one hundred to one hundred and fifteen miles per day..