They made their arrangements to meet in the Cemetery, after
allowing all the Mashobra people time to pass into Simla. That
night it rained heavily, and, next day, when the Tertium Quid came
to the trysting-place, he saw that the new grave had a foot of water
in it, the ground being a tough and sour clay.

''Jove! That looks beastly,' said the Tertium Quid. 'Fancy being
boarded up and dropped into that well!'

They then started off to Fagoo, the mare playing with the snaffle
and picking her way as though she were shod with satin, and the
sun shining divinely. The road below Mashobra to Fagoo is
officially styled the Himalayan-Thibet road; but in spite of its
name it is not much more than six feet wide in most places, and
the drop into the valley below may be anything between one and
two thousand feet.

'Now we're going to Thibet,' said the Man's Wife merrily, as the
horses drew near to Fagoo. She was riding on the cliff-side.

'Into Thibet,' said the Tertium Quid, 'ever so far from people who
say horrid things, and hubbies who write stupid letters. With you to
the end of the world!'

A coolie carrying a log of wood came round a corner, and the mare
went wide to avoid him forefeet in and haunches out, as a sensible
mare should go.

'To the world's end,' said the Man's Wife, and looked unspeakable