oke in a low
voice to one of the sailors.

'Now we shall know about your precious cream-jug fish,' said Cyril.

'But we never SAID come to Tyre,' said Jane.

'The Amulet heard us talking, I expect. I think it's MOST obliging of
it,' said Anthea.

'And the Amulet's here too,' said Robert. 'We ought to be able to find
it in a little ship like this. I wonder which of them's got it.'

'Oh--look, look!' cried Anthea suddenly. On the bare breast of one of
the sailors gleamed something red. It was the exact counterpart of their
precious half-Amulet.

A silence, full of emotion, was broken by Jane.

'Then we've found it!' she said. 'Oh do let's take it and go home!'

'Easy to say "take it",' said Cyril; 'he looks very strong.'

He did--yet not so strong as the other sailors.

'It's odd,' said Anthea musingly, 'I do believe I've seen that man
somewhere before.'

'He's rather like our learned gentleman,' said Robert, 'but I'll tell
you who he's much more like--' At that moment that sailor looked up. His
eyes met Robert's--and Robert and the others had no longer any doubt as
to where they had seen him before. It was Rekh-mara, the priest who
had led them to the palace of Pharaoh--and whom Jane had looked back at
through the arch, when he was counselling Pharaoh's guard to take the
jewels and fly for his life.

Nobody was quite pleased, and nobody quite knew why.

Jane voiced the feelings of all when she said, fingering THEIR Amulet
through the folds of her frock, 'We can go back in a minute if anything
nasty happens.'

For the moment nothing worse happened than an offer of food--figs and
cucumbers it was, and very pleasant.

'I see,' said the Captain, 'that you are from a far country. Since
you have honoured my boat by appearing on it, you must stay here
till morning. Then I will lead you to one of our great ones. He loves
strangers from far lands.'

'Let's go home,' Jane whispered, 'all the frogs are drowning NOW. I
think the people here are cruel.'

But the boys wanted to stay and see the lines taken up in the morning.

'It's just like eel-pots and lobster-pots,' said Cyril, 'the baskets
only open from outside--I vote we stay.'

So they stayed.

'That's Tyre over there,' said the Captain, who was evidently trying to
be civil. He pointed to a great island rock, that rose steeply from the
sea, crowned with huge walls and towers. There was another city on the
mainland.

'That's part of Tyre, too,' said t