"He has come far, sir. A trotting camel does not die easily. He has come from Dongola, at least."
"Well, we must get him to talk."
"It is possible that he is deaf and dumb."
"Not he. I never saw a man look more all there in my life."
"You might send him across to Assouan."
"And give some one else the credit! No, thank you. This is my bird. But how are we going to get him to find his tongue?"
The Egyptian's dark eyes skirted the encampment and rested on the cook's fire.
"Perhaps," said he, "if the Bimbashi thought fit——" He looked at the prisoner and then at the burning wood.
"No, no, it wouldn't do. No, by Jove, that's going too far."
"A very little might do it."