CHAPTER TEN“Oh, God, let me die,” Vivian sobbed.
She made no pretence at courage now but sagged forward crying audibly in her misery.
Her limbs were chafed until they were bleeding sores and every step the horse took seemed to cause a fiery pain to shoot all over her. All day they had ridden on, not stopping for food, for the Tibetans seldom eat except in the morning and evening.
The sun blazed down until the heat was almost unbearable. But now the wind had risen again and she prayed only that she might find warmth and rest.
They had travelled comparatively slowly and yet as they had not stopped since dawn Vivian knew that they must be many miles from where they had spent the previous night.
Of Tony she had seen nothing. Two men took it in turns to share his burden on the front of the
