At dawn of the following morning they led up the splendid white camel for me and we moved away.  My company consisted of the two Cossacks, two Mongol soldiers and one Lama with two pack camels carrying the tent and food.  I still apprehended that the Baron had it in mind not to dispose of me before my friends there in Van Kure but to prepare this journey for me under the guise of which it would be so easy to do away with me by the road.  A bullet in the back and all would be finished.  Consequently I was momentarily ready to draw my revolver and defend myself.  I took care all the time to have the Cossacks either ahead of me or at the side.  About noon we heard the distant honk of a motor car and soon saw Baron Ungern whizzing by us at full speed.  With him were two adjutants and Prince Daichin Van.  The Baron greeted me very kindly and shouted: 

“Shall see you again in Urga!”

“Ah!” I thought, “evidently I shall reach Urga.  So I can be at ease during my trip, and in Urga I have many friends beside the presence there of the bold Polish soldiers whom I had worked with in Uliassutai and who had outdistanced me in this journey.”

After the meeting with the Baron my Cossacks became very attentive to me and sought to distract me with stories.  They told me about their very severe struggles with the Bolsheviki in Transbaikalia and Mongolia, about the battle with the Chinese near Urga, about finding communistic passports on several Chinese soldiers from Moscow, about the bravery of Baron Ungern and how he would sit at the campfire smoking and drinking tea right on the battle line without ever being touched by a bullet.  At one fight seventy-four bullets entered his overcoat, saddle and the boxes by his side and again left him untouched.  This is one of the reasons for his great influence over the Mongols.  They related how before the battle he had made a reconnaissance in Urga with only one Cossack and on his way back had killed a Chinese officer and two soldiers with his bamboo stick or tashur; how he had no outfit save one change of linen and one extra pair of boots; how he was always calm and jovial in battle and severe and morose in the rare days of peace; and how he was everywhere his soldiers were fighting.

I told them, in turn, of my escape from Siberia and with chatting thus the day slipped by very quickly.  Our camels trotted all the time, so that instead of the ordinary eighteen to twenty miles per day we made nearly fifty.  My mount was the fastest of them all.  He was a huge white animal with a splendid thick mane and had been presented to Baron Ungern by some Prince of Inner Mongolia with two black sables tied on the bridle.  He was a calm, strong, bold giant of the desert, on whose back I felt myself as though perched on the tower of a building.  Beyond the Orkhon River we came across the first dead body of a Chinese soldier, which lay face up and arms outstretched right in the middle of the road.  When we had