The Colonel was fidgeting about like an old horse which hears the bugle of the hunt and the yapping of the pack.
"Where can we see what is going on ?" "Come this way! This way, if you please! There is a path up to the top.

If the ladies will come after me, they will be spared the sight of anything painful." The clergyman led them along the side to avoid the bodies which were littered thickly down the bottom of the khor.

It was hard walking over the shingly, slaggy stones, but they made their way to the summit at last.

Beneath them lay the vast expanse of the rolling desert, and in the foreground such a scene as none of them are ever likely to forget.
In that perfectly dry and clear light, with the unvarying brown tint of the hard desert as a background, every detail stood out as clearly as if these were toy figures arranged upon a table within hand's-touch of them.
The Dervishes--or what was left of them--were riding slowly some little distance out in a confused crowd, their patchwork jibbehs and red turbans swaying with the motion of their camels.

They did not present the appearance of men who were defeated, for their movements were very deliberate, but they looked about them and changed their formation as if they were uncertain what their tactics ought to be.