He would break the news to the Colonel Sahib before they sailed.
It was four o'clock when the caravan entered the little seaport town.
A few tramp steamers lay anchored in the offing.

A British flag drooped from the stem of one of them.

This meant Bombay; and Bombay, in turn, meant Suez, the Mediterranean and the broad Atlantic.
The air was still and hot, for the Indian summer was now beginning to lay its burning hand upon this great peninsula.

The pale dust, the white stucco of the buildings, blinded the eyes.
They proceeded at once to the single hotel, where they found plenty of accommodation.

Then the colonel hurried off to the cable office and wired Winnie.