Topping them they could see the black, craggy summits of the curious volcanic hills which rise upon the Libyan side.

On the crest of the low sand-hills they would catch a glimpse every now and then of a tall, sky-blue soldier, walking swiftly, his rifle at the trail.

For a moment the lank, warlike figure would be sharply silhouetted against the sky.

Then he would dip into a hollow and disappear, while some hundred yards off another would show for an instant and vanish.
"Wherever are they raised ?" asked Sadie, watching the moving figures.
"They look to me just about the same tint as the hotel boys in the States." "I thought some question might arise about them," said Mr.Stephens, who was never so happy as when he could anticipate some wish of the pretty American.

"I made one or two references this morning in the ship's library.