friends. Passengers were crowding on with bags, bundles and bedding rolls.
For a minute Rhamon lost sight of the Sahib and Mem Sahib. Then he saw them again on ahead. Holding his perfume jar, he pushed his way down the aisle. Suddenly the train started. There was a terrific jerk and Rhamon found himself in a heap on the floor. When he had straightened his turban and looked around, the train was rumbling on its way. He was glad when the Sahib took his hand and led him to a seat.
The hot air was soon filled with smoke and cinders. The steady clackety-clack, clackety-clack, clackety-clack of the rolling wheels made Rhamon drowsy, and soon he was sound asleep, with his head resting against the Sahib's shoulder.
He knew nothing more till someone gently shook him. "This is Lahore. We get off here," said the Sahib.
