“Get out of that and meet a fellow face to face.”
The words startled the conspirators.
They were uttered by Max, who, black and blue with the treatment he had been subjected to, had revived with great suddenness.
He did not realize where he was, but he knew he was being hurt, hence his calling out.
He jumped to his feet.
“Shula!” he exclaimed.
“Max!”
“Yes. How did you find me? Was I drowned? Where am I?”
“You are not drowned; you are by the Nile’s water, and the less you say the longer you will be likely to live. Come—let us get home. Can you walk?”
“Of course I can.”