CHAPTER 3WHERE THE BABOO LOST OUT
“Say, Chick, what kind of a hang-out is this we’re in?” asked Patsy Garvan, as he surveyed his surroundings some hours after they had alighted from the train up in the hill country. “I don’t see much besides trees, muddy water, and monkeys. I bet there are plenty of snakes, too, but they are under the leaves on the ground, I suppose. Is this still India?”
“Yes. We are getting toward the borders of Nepal,” answered Chick.
“Come again? Is there any difference between Nepal and the rest of this forsaken country? Gee! I’d—”
“Keep quiet, Patsy!” warned Chick. “Jai Singh speaks as good English as we do. He doesn’t like to hear any reflections on his country.”
“Does he belong to Nepal?” asked the irrepressible Patsy.
“He’s a Hindu, and the whole of India is
