blanket. Soon they reached the high Pir Panjal Pass between the mountains. Great peaks rose in silence above them. Patches of snow lay in the shadows.
Then they started down on the other side. As they went lower the air grew warmer, and Rhamon came out from under his blanket. The roads here were dusty, for it had not rained on this side of the pass. Rhamon grew thirsty. How he longed for a drink of the water that tumbled down in shining waterfalls!
Just then they whirled around a bend in the road. In front of them he saw a fairy spot where clear spring water fell like a sheet of sparkling rain. It dripped through a mass of green vines and hanging ferns. The car stopped and Rhamon sprang out. In a moment he was splashing the cool water on his face and drinking it from the cup of his hands.
While they rested there an old man wandered up to the car. His clothes were ragged and his white turban was covered with dust. In his
