They were a smaller band than the first one--not more than thirty--but dressed in the same red headgear and patched jibbehs.

One of them carried a small white banner with a scarlet text scrawled across it.

But there was something there which drew the eyes and the thoughts of the tourists away from everything else.

The same fear gripped at each of their hearts, and the same impulse kept each of them silent.

They stared at a swaying white figure half seen amidst the ranks of the desert warriors.
"What's that they have in the middle of them ?" cried Stephens at last.
"Look, Miss Adams! Surely it is a woman!" There was something there upon a camel, but it was difficult to catch a glimpse of it.