Next morning we boarded the bus for the long journey back to Ramash. A young lady in the seat in front of me, her dress including a veil that indicated she was Moslem, commenced to feed her baby with no effort at concealment, not that she should, but it did seem a little odd as to what parts she chose to cover. The journey was uneventful until we arrived at a small village just outside Ramash. The bus stopped to let off passengers and was soon surrounded by Lebanese solders. We thought little of the incidence except we were concerned as it was getting late and we had to get back to Sa'sa Post that night. Our complaints to the driver got no response other than that they were waiting for the police Inspector.It was about an hour before he did arrive. It was just as well that it was the same Inspector we had met previously at the dinner in Ramash. He told us the solders thought we were Jewish spies and had sent for him to arrest us. He cleared us and we were soon in Ramash. The servant from the post, Ahmad, was there with the horses, he pleaded with us not to proceed to the Post as he believed the wild dogs that roamed the hills would attack humans at night. This was a common belief but without foundation. I in particular did not want to stay over as I would miss the pick-up to Safad the next morning. We started off full of confidence but as it grew darker the hills blended into one mass. After about an hour Ahmed confessed he was lost; he was terrified we would leave him, which is why he did not tell us sooner. We held a conference and decided we were completely lost, did not even know the way back to Ramash. In fact we could at this point be in either Lebanon, Palestine or Trans-Jordan. We decided not to kill Ahmad. I reassured him and we picked what was the most likely route to take. My reassurance may not have been as strong as I thought, the unfortunate Ahead, on being invited to hold my stirrup strap, held on as if for dear life. God only knows when, if ever, we would have found the Post, lf the Duty officer, who was told to expect us that night, had not put on the powerful searchlight on the roof of the Post, straight up so it could be seen for miles. We spotted it immediately, wondered why he did not think of it a few hours sooner, the ungrateful lot that we were. and were inside at the Post within the hour. Ahmad said he would pray all night for our deliverance, we had a well deserved drink and went to bed. Next day Ahmad took the horses back to Sa'sa village, I said my good-bye and got the pickup back to Safed arriving in good time, no missing person's report this time.