My father waved me goodbye and the bus set off. The person sitting (1) to me was a government engineer going to Peshwar (2) inspect the roads. He said that traveling by bus was an excellent way to test the roadsWe passed many villages (3) the way and stopped once or (4 )to buy cold drinks, (5) it was very hot and dusty. The countryside was brown and dry and there were long stretches with no people (6 )villages in sight. We (7) to stop once at some road works, (8) made my traveling companion very happyMost of us were dozing (9) the afternoon heat when we were woken by a sudden noise, which (10) like a shot from a gun. As the bus swerved and then stopped at the side of the road, I remembered all the stories I had heard about herd of robbers who used to attack travelers on deserted roads like this. Many of the other passengers looked as bewildered and frightened as I( 11 )have looked My neighbor, however, reassured me, "Nothing to worry (12). Only a burst tyre".We didn’t leave (13) he changed the wheel.My cousin Anwar met me at the bus station. "Well, there you (14),"he said. "I wasbeginning to (15 )what had happened to you.