cry again, this time it was more muffled
and weak.

"Where are you, Sambo?"

"In here," came a faint reply.

The sound came from a square building, the door of which was open.
Claud dashed in, flashing his light as he went. Turning a corner, he
was amazed by a strange and striking spectacle.

Sambo lay struggling and kicking surrounded by four great hulking
Arabs, who had been beating, kicking and biting him in a furious
struggle. The faces of all were bleeding and bruised, and blood was
splashed over the white sort of overall that the natives wear. To the
left of Sambo Claud saw an open tomb. Inside he could just see a kind
of coffin arrangement, and on the ground, near at hand, the most varied
collection of brass and other beautiful Eastern wares. This was the
cause of the bother.

Crack! went Claud's fist into the eyes of the nearest Arab.

"Take that, ye son of a sea cook," chimed in Bill, giving another the
knock-out blow.

"Here's one from Paddy Doolan," shouted the Hibernian as he, too, hit
his man. The fourth one was dealt with by Claud. With shrieks and
yells of "Allah, Allah!" the Arabs turned, and, jumping a low wall,
fled off into the night. Sambo was at once released. Meantime, Sandy,
as the unofficial cashier of the expedition, made an inventory of the
treasure trove. It appears that Sambo had scented out in a strange way
a very ancient and dilapidated tomb, which these Arab robbers had
intended to despoil at the same time.

"Here, boys," said Sandy, "it's time we were hame. I've had enough o'
skulls, shin banes and brass beer bottles."

"An' I've had enough of ghosts," growled Paddy, as they staggered down
the road with their load of curios. The car whisked them back to Mena
Camp again. Stealthily creeping through the lines, they arrived at
their tents. All crept to bed, weary and wiser men. Claud was the
last one to fall asleep. He was thinking of Sybil, the girl from the
Bush. At last Morpheus claimed him. As he was slipping away into the
dreamy unknown he heard Doolan muttering, "Ghosts! Be Jasus! Ghosts!"

CHAPTER V

SYBIL, THE SQUATTER'S GIRL

"By Jove! What a stunning girl. She's a peach!" whispered a Yeomanry
subaltern to his Australian friend as a beautiful girl entered the
spacious dining-room of Shepheard's Hotel in Cairo.

"Why, that's Sybil Graham--haven't seen her since she was a kid. My
word, she is a beauty now," said the Australian officer.