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 It was sunset time when the car pulled up near the station in Rawal Pindi. The Sahib and Mem Sahib climbed out, stretched their legs and brushed off the thick white dust. Rhamon hopped out too, and looked at the sinking sun. He must hurry and say his prayers.

Placing the perfume jar in the Sahib's arms he ran to a street pump, splashed the water on his face and arms and washed off his feet. Then he saw, standing under a tree, another worshipper in the midst of his prayers. Rhamon knelt on the ground near him. Facing the Holy City he bowed his head to the ground many times and gave praise to Allah. And there was great thankfulness in his heart that he had come safely down the mountain.

"We will spend the night here in Rawal Pindi," said the Sahib, when they had finished their dinner. The next day when they went to take the train to Lahore, the station was crowded with people rushing this way and that, and car trying huge bundles. "Those bundles are their