"They are saved! It's they, Colonel, it's they! Oh, Miss Adams, Miss Adams, it is they!" She capered about on the top of the hill with wild eyes like an excited child.
Her companions would not believe her, for they could see nothing, but there are moments when our mortal senses are more acute than those who have never put their whole heart and soul into them can ever realise.
Mrs.Belmont had already run down the rocky path, on the way to her camel, before they could distinguish that which had long before carried its glad message to her.

In the van of the approaching party, three white dots shimmered in the sun, and they could only come from the three European hats.

The riders were travelling swiftly, and by the time their comrades had started to meet them they could plainly see that it was indeed Belmont, Fardet, and Stephens, with the dragoman Mansoor, and the wounded Soudanese rifleman.

As they came together they saw that their escort consisted of Tippy Tilly and the other old Egyptian soldiers.

Belmont rushed onwards to meet his wife, but Fardet stopped to grasp the Colonel's hand.
"_Vive la France! Vivent les Anglais!_" he was yelling.