But his dry throat would only emit a discordant croaking.
Several of the Dervishes had seen the singular apparition upon the hill, and had unslung their Remingtons, but a long arm suddenly shot up behind the figure of the Birmingham clergyman, a brown hand seized upon his skirts, and he disappeared with a snap.

Higher up the pass, just below the spot where Mr.Stuart had been standing, appeared the tall figure of the Emir Abderrahman.

He had sprung upon a boulder, and was shouting and waving his arms, but the shouts were drowned in a long, rippling roar of musketry from each side of the khor.

The bastion-like cliff was fringed with gun-barrels, with red tarbooshes drooping over the triggers.

From the other lip also came the long spurts of flame and the angry clatter of the rifles.