Her arms were round Mrs.Belmont, and her cheek against hers.
"You dear, sweet angel," she cried, "how can we have the heart to be glad when you--when you--" "But I don't believe it is so," cried the brave Irishwoman.

"No, I'll never believe it until I see John's body lying before me.

And when I see that, I don't want to live to see anything more." The last Dervish had clattered down the khor, and now above them on either cliff they could see the Egyptians--tall, thin, square shouldered figures, looking, when outlined against the blue sky, wonderfully like the warriors in the ancient bas-reliefs.

Their camels were in the background, and they were hurrying to join them.

At the same time others began to ride down from the farther end of the ravine, their dark faces flushed and their eyes shining with the excitement of victory and pursuit.