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When we reached the road, Mrs. Mac was sitting 

 disconsolately in a car beside the servants. We had 

 been gone nearly three hours and the poor girl was 

 frantic with anxiety. Mac and Owen had followed 

 our tracks in another motor, and arrived thirty min- 

 utes later. Mac's happy face was drawn and white. 



"I wouldn't go through that experience again for 

 all the money in Mongolia," he said. "We followed 

 your tracks and at every hill expected to find you dead 

 on the other side and the car upside down. How on 

 earth did you miss capsizing when you went over that 

 bank?" 



At Turin we found Mr. and Mrs. Mamen camped 

 near the telegraph station awaiting our arrival. The 

 first cry was "Foodl Food!" and two loaves of Russian 

 bread which they had brought from Urga vanished in 

 less than fifteen minutes. After taking several hun- 

 dred feet of "movie" film at the monastery, we ran on 

 northward over a road which was as smooth and hard 

 as a billiard table. The Turin plain was alive with 

 game; marmots, antelope, hares, bustards, geese, and 

 cranes seemed to have concentrated there as though in 

 a vast zoological garden, and we had some splendid 

 shooting. But as Yvette and I spent two glorious 

 months on this same plain, I will tell in future chapters 

 how, in long morning horseback rides and during silent 

 starlit nights, we learned to know and love it. 



