Gray was silent while the scientist placed his finger on a wall map of Asia. He drew his finger inland from the coast of China, past the rivers and cities, past the northern border of Tibet to a blank space under the mountains of Turkestan where there was no writing.
"This is the blind spot of Asia," Balch said. "It has grown smaller, as Europeans journeyed through it borders. Tibet we know. The interior of China we know, except for this blnkd spot. It is—"
"In the Desert of Gobi."
"The one place explorers have been prevented from visiting. And it is here we have heard the Wusun are."
"We want you to start right off. We know that our dearest foes, the British Asiatic Society, have wind of the Wunsun. They are fitting out an expedition. It will have the edge on yours because their will start from India, which is nearer the Gobi."
"Then it's to be a race?" Gray asked.
"A race it is," nodden Balch.