"Tikse and Hurdu agree on something at last," declared Chuba. "Wise man never argue when it prove another man right."
"You've got something there," laughed Biff, as he watched Tikse and Hurdu practically crowd each other across the bridge. "Neither could afford to hesitate, or he'd be admitting that the other was boss."
"From the look of that bridge," observed Li, "both were lucky to get across. The same goes for us—if we make it."
Considering that the bridge's cables were composed of twisted strands of bamboo and rattan, with hanging vines dangling like ropes to support the roadway, Li had a point. But the other boys didn't agree. They had seen and crossed many such primitive bridges: Chuba in Burma, Chandra in India, Kamuka in Brazil, and Mike in Mexico. Though the porters crossed at a safe distance apart, they didn't begin to tax the bridge to its capacity.
That was proven when the boys reached the bridge and saw that its runway, fashioned from strips of bamboo laid crosswise, was wide enough to drive a yak across. As the boys crossed the bridge two abreast, Biff spoke to Chandra, who was beside him.
"Now I see why Hurdu wanted to chop down more trees back at the little stream. We could have brought the yaks along. Why wasn't Tikse in favor of that?"
"I saw Tikse pet the yaks and say good-by," returned Chandra. "He made grunts, like yak, saying he was both glad and sorry. Sorry because yaks had to go. Glad because it gave jobs to porters instead."
"You're right!" exclaimed Biff. "Colonel Gorak said the bearers were not to receive full pay until they actually took over."
The tremendous roar of water echoed up from the steep-walled gorge, drowning further conversation until the boys were across. It might have been imagination, but Biff felt that the bridge quivered as he left it, so he turned to look back while Chandra, still beside him, was laying his pack on solid ground. They had come between a pair of upright posts that served as tower for the bridge; now they were close by the big stakes to which the rope cables were moored. There, porters were stacking their packs by dozens and sitting down to rest.
There were still several porters on the bridge, all well spaced. Behind them came Li and Chuba, for those two boys had stayed back to wait for Charles Keene, who was bringing up the rear. Biff's uncle had taken on that duty to "keep the parade moving" as he styled it, which meant that he had been encouraging straggling porters in his own cheery, breezy way.