That, of course, was a phase of fatalism that was not to be tolerated.

The populace burned her at a stake before morning.
One hot, dry afternoon about a week after the reopening of the chateau, the siesta of a swarthy population was disturbed by the shouts of those who kept impatient watch of the sea.

Five minutes later the whole town of Aratat knew that the smoke of a steamer lay low on the horizon.

No one doubted that it came from the stack of the boat that was bringing Rasula and the English solicitor.

Joy turned to exultation when the word came down from Von Blitz that it was the long-looked-for steamship, the _Sir Joshua_.
Just before dusk the steamer, flying the British colours, hove to off the town of Aratat and signalled for the company's tug.