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A curious congratulatory visit from Professor Alaric Hobbs led to
the extending of an invitation by Captain Anstruther for the lanky
American scientist to visit him in India.
"We owe you a debt of gratitude," laughed Anstruther, "for you helped
Hardwicke to his wife. She helped me to mine, and I will see that
the Indian Government gives you an official safe conduct to Thibet,
where you can see the real line of the Dalai-lamas, and I'll furnish
you a veritable 'Moonshee' free of charge. You shall be the very
'Moses' of Yankee investigators! You deserve it!"
"Now you talk horse sense," said the alert Yankee. "I'm going out
to 'square things' with old Andrew Fraser's son. Don't ever kick a
man when he's down! The old boy has had a very 'rough deal.' That
'fake' about Thibet nearly broke him up. And I've a commission from
the Buggin's Literary Syndicate, of Chicago, to 'write up India.'
I shall take a hack at Egypt on my way home, and perhaps ride over
to Persia, then get into Merv and Tashkend, and come back by Astrakhan
into 'darkest' Russia, and return home. I shall also write some
spicy letters to the Chicago Howler and the New York Whorl. I tell
you, Cap," said Alaric Hobbes, slapping Anstruther familiarly on
the back, "you three military men have certainly fitted yourselves
out with tiptop wives! I am going to make a pretty good money haul
myself on this trip.
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