"No," returned the man with a momentary energy. "I myself----"
He broke off suddenly, with a look of apprehension at his companion, who had not spoken, but whose eyes had never left the young man's face. Hurriedly he went on:--
"These people searched us, but did not find the little gold we carry, and the bundle of notes they found have no value for them, though they have not returned them to us. There is plenty of money to pay our way if we are assured of safety, and we ask to be allowed to accompany you until we can resume our journey."
"By all means," said Forrester. "I will get your notes back. I suggest that you make a small present to the head-man, and he will no doubt let you come with us without any bother."
A brief conversation ensued between Forrester and the head-man, through Sher Jang. The notes were surrendered; a few coins were given to the Mishmi; the Chinamen attached themselves to the Englishmen's party, and the march was resumed.
"He talks fine," said Mackenzie to Forrester, "but there's something fishy about yon Chinkies."
"The elder man has told the other not to give too much away, I think," said Forrester. "But they needn't be afraid of us. Political refugees are safe with Englishmen."
"Man, maybe they're murderers," said Mackenzie.
"You had better look out then," replied Forrester, with a laugh.
"Anyway, there's a hang-dog look about the youngster," said Jackson. "He's like a puppy afraid of a whipping."