“Happy thought that, Max, for I am hungry.”
A package of food was opened out, and Max commenced eating; but he made such a grimace that Ibrahim laughed heartily.
“Stop that. The echo will drive me mad!” exclaimed Max, who recalled that terrible time in the tomb near Cairo.
“Stop making faces then.”
“You will make a worse one when you taste——”
“What?”
“Your lunch.”
“Why?”
“It is strong with sulphur.”
Alas! all their food had become impregnated with sulphur fumes and almost turned them sick, but they could get no other and hunger is a tyrannic master.