A dreadful idea struck me: we might be in Harmac! I passed it up for what it was worth.
"Very likely," whispered Orme back.

"Perhaps these camels were bred here, and are looking for their stables.

Well, there is only one thing to do--go on." So we went on for a long while, only interfered with by the occasional attentions of some barking dog.

Luckily of these Pharaoh, in his basket, took no heed, probably because it was his habit if another dog barked at him to pretend complete indifference until it came so near that he could spring and fight, or kill it.

At length we appeared to pass under another archway, after which, a hundred and fifty yards or so further on, the camels came to a sudden stop.