There could not surely be two such short sturdy figures, or such large colourless faces, in the Libyan Desert.

His shoulders were stooping forward, and he seemed to be staring intently down into the ravine.

His pose and outline were like a caricature of the great Napoleon.
"Can it possibly be he ?" "It must be.

It is!" cried the ladies.

"You see he is looking towards us and waving his hand." "Good Heavens! They'll shoot him! Get down, you fool, or you'll be shot!" roared the Colonel.