“And the rain helps when they’re all in the clouds up there, I suppose, sir?”
“Rain!” said Bracy, laughing; “there is no rain there, my lad; when the clouds discharge their burden it is in the form of snow. But now, silence once more. The less we talk the better till we are among the snow, for at any moment we may be walking into a trap.”
“Like we did, sir, when you three gentlemen come and whistled us from the side o’ them falls?”
“Yes.”
“Well, we don’t want none o’ that sort o’ thing, sir, or we shall never be bringing that ridgement back.”
“Right. Now you see the necessity for taking to the snow where the hill-men rarely climb.”
“Yus, sir, going; but what about coming back?”
“The same, or a nearer way.”
“But with a ridgement, sir?”
“Oh yes; the Ghoorkhas will go anywhere if they are told.”