As Mirai Khan had assured him, the Kirghiz tribe appeared at Ansichow the evening of the third day. The hunter took Gray to their _aul_ near where Sir Lionel's encampment had been. Acting as interpreter, he harangued the newcomers. Moreover, as he informed the American later, he did not translate what Gray said literally. If he had done so, he asserted, they would not have gone into the Gobi. The reason that Mirai Khan set forth seemed sufficient, for after long debate, the elder of the tribe and two evil looking hunters consented to accompany Gray. They agreed to go on foot. Somewhat to the American's surprise nothing was said about turning back. He broke camp at dawn, and the cavalcade of mules passed out of Ansichow with Mirai Khan leading. By the time the sun had broken through the mist they were well into the sand dunes. There had been no wind-storm since the Hastings passed that way and Mirai Khan was content to follow the camel tracks. CHAPTER XIV TRACES IN THE SAND It was monotonous work climbing the dunes that rose to meet them out of the ocean of sand. Added to this was the feeling of isolation, which is never so great as in the wastes of Central Asia. There were no birds or game to be met with. Only once did they hit on water. This was at their third camp, and the camel tracks showed that the Hastings had visited the oasis. Owing to the high altitude, the exertion affected Gray; but he made the best of this necessary evil and pressed ahead. On the fourth day they lost the trail of the other caravan and Gray shaped his course by compass. He knew that Sir Lionel had planned to strike due west. It was that night they discovered the tracks of the wild camel. Gray had turned out from his blankets at sun-up and was warming his stiff limbs over the fire the others had kindled--for the autumn chill was making itself felt in the nights. He found Mirai Khan and the Kirghiz excited. They had seen tracks about the encampment. The hunters showed them to Gray, who thought at first the imprints were left by the Hastings' caravan. Mirai Khan, however, assured him that the tracks had not been there the evening before. Also, the hoof marks were smaller than those of the domestic camel, and not quite as deep in the sand. Mirai Khan showed him where the tracks appeared, and passed around the camp twice, then led away over the dunes. "It is the mark of a wild camel, Excellency," he said. "Of one that has come to look at us." "And why should this not happen?" Mirai Khan scratched his thin beard, plainly uneasy. "It is a good omen," continued Gray, perceiving this. "For by this wild camel we may have meat."