The Mongars hate the dragomen who bring tourists in this direction at all." They talked a little while longer and finally stole away to their tents to sleep.

Outside, the camel drivers talked still, chattering away, walking now and then around Hassan's body in solemn procession.

Finally, one of them who seemed to have taken the lead, broke into an impassioned stream of words.

The others listened.

When he had finished, there was a low murmur of fierce approval.