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“Well, the other thing is, that we may find when we get there that the
gate and the valley are peculiarly unhealthy. Therefore, I suggest that
in making up our kit we include some kind of light strong ropes and
other climbing gear. You, Harry, I know are a good climber, and Alec
says he has done a bit of mountaineering at different times. Then, if
the gate is no go, we can hunt around and try and find some other way
in over the cliffs.”
“There’s something in that,” said Forsyth. “From your great-great-uncle’s
account, the valley did not seem exactly the sort of place you could
walk in by if the folk inside hadn’t invited you and didn’t like your
face.”
“The last thing I want to suggest is that we take along some kind of
medical kit for Alec. If we find these people are really there, they
are likely to be fair to middling mediæval, if not even more primitive,
though the girl’s picture rather rules out their being anything
approaching savages. Therefore, a perfectly good and moderately
well-equipped medicine-man might prove a most useful passport in the
country. For the same reason I’m lugging along a few oddments in the
engineering line to startle the natives with.”
“Yes,” said I, “all that seems very sound. Now, when do you propose
that we start? The passes are no good before April, and that’s four
months away.”
“Well, first of all we’ve got to fit out. I’ve got a list of kit all
worked out, but we must get down to Bombay or Calcutta where one can
get things. This place is no good.”
“Then I shall go on down to the C.P. and carry on with my shoot. Would
you care to come as well? From there we can go on to Calcutta and fit
out.”
“Yes, rather. I’ve never seen a tiger outside of a cage,” said Forsyth.
“What about you, John?”
“Yes, I’ll come along, but I won’t stop long. Directly after Christmas
I’ll push on and start getting things together, and you can meet me at
Calcutta.”
“Then that’s that, and now for bed. One thing, John. How do you account
for finding your man? I don’t mean the shooting part and the sister,
but the rest? It’s one of the most extraordinary things I ever heard.”
“I don’t attempt to account for it really. But although, as you know,
I don’t profess any particular kind of religion, I do believe that
something or some one runs the show with some very clear design. And
just as the smallest part in the biggest machine has to be made to work
on appointed lines, so, too, each one of us must have some definite
part to play, though we may not know what it’s all about while we’re
doing it. In this case I hope it doesn’t sound as if I was talking
through my hat when I say that I really do believe that for some reason
or other we’re meant to get to this country which we think exists.
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