He has never been heard of since." "Had he no wife ?" asked Dewes.
"No," replied Sybil.

"Do you know what I think?
I think he went back to the north, back to his Road.

I think it called him.

I think he could not keep away." "But we should have come across him," cried Dewes, "or across news of him.

Surely we should!" Sybil shrugged her shoulders.
"In that article which Dick was reading, the road was first proposed.
Listen to this," and she began to recite: "The road will reach northwards, through Chiltistan, to the foot of the Baroghil Pass, in the mountains of the Hindu Kush.