"Whenever you get a chance, send down a letter as we arranged last night, to the care of Azol Afool, trader, Tripataly.

That will seem natural enough, whoever you send it by, while a letter directed to me might excite suspicion.
"Goodbye." "Goodbye, Uncle;" and, with a wave of his hand, Dick rode off and joined Surajah, who was waiting for him a short distance off.

And then, followed by Ibrahim--who had begged so earnestly to be allowed to accompany them that Dick had consented to take him, feeling indeed that his services would be most useful to them--and the two troopers, they rode off at a sharp pace.
At Amboor they assumed their disguises.

Dick purchased a pack pony, and some goods suitable to their appearance as pedlers, and then they started up the pass on foot.

They passed the frontier line without any interruption, stopped and chatted for a few minutes with the guard, and then passed on up the valley.
"There is the house where we had our fight, Surajah," Dick said, as they reached the ruined village.