This is the rose dawn of Egypt.
I have watched it from solitudes such as you have never dreamed of.

After all, we are here scarcely past the outskirts of civilisation." "You'll find we are far enough!" Quest remarked grimly.

"What do you make of this, Professor ?" He pointed to the little sandy knoll with its sparse covering of grass, deserted--with scarcely a sign, even, that it had been the resting place of the caravan.

The Professor gave vent to a little exclamation.
"Our guides!" he demanded.

"And the camels! What has become of them ?" "I woke you up to ask you that question ?" Quest replied, "but I guess it's pretty obvious.