Cecil Brown shrugged his shoulders, for he could not change in an hour the convictions of his life; but the others, even Fardet, the Frenchman, were touched and strengthened.

They all took off their hats when he prayed.

Then the Colonel made a turban out of his red silk cummerbund, and insisted that Mr.Stuart should wear it.

With his homely dress and gorgeous headgear, he looked like a man who has dressed up to amuse the children.
And now the dull, ceaseless, insufferable torment of thirst was added to the aching weariness which came from the motion of the camels.

The sun glared down upon them, and then up again from the yellow sand, and the great plain shimmered and glowed until they felt as if they were riding over a cooling sheet of molten metal.