He turned instead once more towards Quest.
"Whatever there may be between us," he said, "your lives are mine at this moment, if I chose to take them.

For the sake of the women, do as I advise.

The Chief invites you to his encampment as his guests." They all turned towards the Chief, who remained a little on the outside of the circle.

The Professor raised his hat and spoke a few words in his own language, then he turned to the others.
"I have accepted the invitation of the Chief," he announced.

"We had better start." * * * * * "This may not be Delmonico's," Laura remarked, a few hours later, with a little sigh of contentment, "but believe me that goat-stew and sherbet tasted better than any chicken and champagne I ever tasted." "And I don't quite know what tobacco this is," Quest added, helping himself to one of a little pile of cigarettes which had been brought in to them, "but it tastes good." They moved to the opening of the tent and sat looking out across the silent desert.