"What a time you have been," grunted Edwards, as I entered the tent after saying good-night to the sheik. "You have lost all your beauty sleep. I have been in bed for hours."
"Business, my boy," I replied. "I have been having a most interesting talk with Faris."
Edwards sat up wide awake, while I related, as shortly as possible, what our host had told me.
"Do you think I did right," I asked, when I had finished, "in making a clean breast of everything?"
"You could not well have done anything else," he replied. "Both the father and the son are thorough gentlemen. Besides, one cannot humbug these Bedouins; they would see through you at once. I wonder if they really know where your golden treasure is buried. I did not say a word about it to Sedjur, as I was afraid of making a mess of things. By the way, he and his father are going off in the morning to an oasis somewhere or other miles away in the desert, where they have got some brood mares and camels, and he thought we might like the ride with them. So I accepted for both of us. Are you on for it?"
"Of course I am," said I. "I don't let old Faris out of my sight until I have heard what he has to tell about that blessed belt."