I took a kick at one man which would have sent _him_ to the top in one jump if I had hit meat.

But fancy travelling all the way from America to see the pyramid, and then finding nothing better to do than to kick an Arab in front of it!" The Oxford man laughed in his gentle, tired fashion.

"They are starting again," said he, and the two hastened forwards to take their places at the tail of the absurd procession.
Their route ran now among large, scattered boulders, and between stony, shingly hills.

A narrow winding path curved in and out amongst the rocks.

Behind them their view was cut off by similar hills, black and fantastic, like the slag-heaps at the shaft of a mine.