Rosemary McClean was quite unrecognizable, draped from head to foot in a travelling veil that might have been Mohammedan or Hindoo, and gave no outward sign as to her caste, or rank.

McClean, in the full attire of a fairly prosperous Hindoo, but with no other mark about him to betoken that he might be worth robbing, rode in front of her, high-perched on a native saddle.

In front, on a desert pony, rode Joanna, garbed as a man.
"She ought to be travelling in a carriage of some kind," admitted Cunningham, "but we haven't got a single wheeled thing here.

If any one asks pertinent questions on the road, you'd better say that she had an ekka, but that some Rangars took it from you.

D'you think you know the language well enough to pass muster ?" "It's a little late to ask me that!" laughed McClean.