“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 this 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-marā, 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.”