in the front seat next to the friendly Indian driver, Rhamon was quite happy and he hugged the precious perfume jar tight in his arms. The Sahib and Mem Sahib climbed into the back and they were off.
This was Rhamon's first ride in a car, and he was so excited he could hardly sit still. Mile after mile they drove, along a wide road between two rows of tall green poplar trees. In the fields on each side peasants were working in the rice fields.
An hour passed and still it rained. They were climbing now and the mountain roads grew narrower and more winding. Rhamon looked at the great cliffs that stretched up and up on one side. Then he looked down on the other side at the Jhelum River that rushed along its noisy way, far, far below them.
It grew darker and darker. Lightning ripped the sky apart in blinding zigzag flashes. The pouring rain hammered against the car. Great claps of thunder shook the air and echoed
