Through the heart of Tibet . ssion is approaching the bridge on theother side. Dont interfere with it. Let it pass, andthen wait for my signal. On came the weird procession, a double file ofgorgeously robed red lamas led the way, followedby a company of what appeared to be a militaryguard. Then in full glare of many torches, came adozen grotesquely garbed and hideously maskedfigures, supposed to be typical of devils, and theentire population of the village, men, women, andchildren, seemed to be following. Slowly, to themonotonous beat of many drums, and the blowingof some bamboo, flute-like in
Through the heart of Tibet . ssion is approaching the bridge on theother side. Dont interfere with it. Let it pass, andthen wait for my signal. On came the weird procession, a double file ofgorgeously robed red lamas led the way, followedby a company of what appeared to be a militaryguard. Then in full glare of many torches, came adozen grotesquely garbed and hideously maskedfigures, supposed to be typical of devils, and theentire population of the village, men, women, andchildren, seemed to be following. Slowly, to themonotonous beat of many drums, and the blowingof some bamboo, flute-like instruments, the greatheterogeneous army launched out upon the bridge,which creaked, groaned, and hung dangerously lowover the torrent under its freight. The watchers drew farther back into the darkness,hauling their victims with them, and waited silentlyand grimly. For them the matter was serious, andthe impressive nature of the spectacle did not appealto them, as it might to honest pilgrims bound for thesacred city of THE DEVIL DANCERS The Fight in the Dark 3 By the ghost of old Bluebeard! ejaculatedG. W. What a chance to benefit the world bycutting the bridge I Hang the world! growled Weve gotto get across it ourselves. But I would like to getmy fingers round that leading lamas windpipe Silence, men! cried the Lama, and dont berash. Dont worry, old man, said G. W. be as prim as niggers after stealingchickens. And now the army was at hand. Each man ofthose hiding in the gloom held his breath: if a soundescaped them, or if one of their prisoners were ableto utter but one cry, all was over for them, and theyknew it. But their work had been done well, andall unconscious of the near presence of their pro-spective dancers, the lamas, soldiers, and otherspassed on and wound their way to where the campfires could still be seen burning brightly, doubtlessthinking that their scouts had long ago made sureof their prisoners. But suddenly a wild commotion arose
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