Then he remembered the events of the day.
"Halloa! what's that?"
Could he believe his eyes, or was it possible that, beyond the group of Bedouins sitting feasting around the camp fire, was another group, among which the figures of Harry Girdwood, of Mole, and of Thyra were conspicuous?
It must be a dream.
Jack leapt to his feet, fixed his eyes on the group, and now recognised also Mr. Figgins, the Will-o'-the-Wisp forms of Bogey and Tinker flitting about and waiting on the others.
Now convinced, Jack rushed out of his tent into the larger one.
A perfect storm of welcome greeted him, and mutual surprise and delight were exhibited by all.
Thyra was beside herself with joy.
"Oh, dear Jack," said she, "I thought never to see you more."
"How did you get away from the Turks?" asked Harry Girdwood and two or three of the others in chorus.