We might have saved the money we gave for those rifles in Port Said." The Professor hurried off towards the spot where the encampment had been made.

Suddenly he stood still and pointed with his finger.

In the clearer, almost crystalline light of the coming day, they saw the track of the camels in one long, unbroken line stretching away northwards.
"No river near, where they could have gone to water the camels, or anything of that sort, I suppose ?" Quest asked.
The Professor smiled.
"Nothing nearer than a little stream you may have heard of in the days when you studied geography," he observed derisively,--"the Nile.

I never liked the look of those fellows, Quest.

They sat and talked and crooned together after Hassan's death.