We've got one of your chaps up there--a funny old bird with a red top-knot.

See you later, I hope! Good day, ladies!" He touched his helmet, tapped his camel, and trotted on after his men.
"We can't do better than stay where we are until they are all past," said the Colonel, for it was evident now that the men from above would have to come round.

In a broken single file they went past, black men and brown, Soudanese and fellaheen, but all of the best, for the Camel Corps is the _corps d'elite_ of the Egyptian army.

Each had a brown bandolier over his chest and his rifle held across his thigh.

A large man with a drooping black moustache and a pair of binoculars in his hand was riding at the side of them.