Others of their shipmates came straggling along, and within an hour nearly all were there, some having decided to remain in the city and finish their sight-seeing there in preference to going out on the desert.
Every man of them was bright-eyed, happy, and ready for whatever the day might bring forth.
At Gizeh station, some seven miles from the city, all the passengers were hustled out for a change of cars.
"Do we walk?" came a chorus of demands. "How far is it?"
"No; we take ship from here," answered Davis, with a quizzical smile.
"A ship?" demanded Hickey incredulously.
"Yes."
"Pooh! You're joking. This is a desert, not a sea."
"You will see."
"Pipe down punning. It's too hot to laugh," commanded a voice.