f renewed life, as he raised
his hand to his brow and shaded his eyes from the sun.

"I see nothing," he said.

"Look again, Excellency. Your eyes are not used to the desert. There,
straight past the Hakim's camel."

"Ah, yes! I can see something like a heap of sand."

"Look again in half an hour," said the Sheikh smiling, "and that which
you see will have changed to something more than a heap of sand."

"Can you make out the tents, Landon?" said Frank.

"Oh, no; my eyes are not like Ibrahim's," was the reply; "but I take it
for granted, and I shall be very glad to get there. I want my breakfast
badly. I say, Ibrahim, there will be some coffee?"

"I sent one of my sons yesterday with two camel-loads of necessaries,
Excellency," replied the old Arab. "They can see us coming, for they
will have been watching, and there will be all their Excellencies need."

"Come, Frank, that does you good, doesn't it?" said the professor.

"Oh, yes; and I shall, I hope, make a better show of endurance after a
day or two."

"The young Excellency has done well," said the Sheikh, smiling
pleasantly. "The way is long; he is not accustomed to travelling like
this, and his mind is not at rest. He and the Hakim have borne the ride
well."

"Does the Hakim know that we are in sight?" said Frank, who was watching
the bent, weary figure in front.

"No, Excellency."

"I'll go and cheer him up with the news," said the professor, urging on
his camel, while Frank checked his to let Sam's long-legged steed come
abreast, and boldly now met the poor fellow's appealing eyes.

"It's you at last, Mr Frank," said the man faintly. "I've been asking
that native chap how long a man could go on like this before he's
knocked over by the sun."

"And what does he say?" replied Frank cheerily.

"Only grunted like this beast does. I might just as well have asked
it."

"Feel very tired, then?"

"Tired, sir? I feel as if--as if--as if--"

"As if you wanted rest and a good breakfast."

"Rest?--breakfast?" said Sam faintly. "Oh, don't talk about such
things, sir! if it's only to keep me lingering on for another hour, sir.
Mr Frank, I used to grumble sometimes in Wimpole Street about my
pantry being dark and made mizzable by the iron bars and the old,
yellowish, wobbly glass; but it seems a sort of place now as I'd give
anything to get back to--parrydicey, and that sort of thing. Rest--
breakfast! There can't be either of them out he