“My head resteth on a nice pillow.”
“Osiris must have fanned thy cheeks,” she said, using an Egyptian metaphor which in more modern English would mean: “You are a flatterer,” or “You have kissed the blarney stone.”
Max was not so gallant as an American youth ought to be, so he sprang to his feet and reached over into the casket, drawing therefrom a package of papers which were decidedly modern.
The language was a strange one to him, however, and his only hope was that once away from the strange tomb he might find some one who could translate the document for him.
He had become an ardent Egyptologist.
CHAPTER VII.
SPLENDID HEROISM.
“We will leave here at once.”
There was a sadness in Girzilla’s voice as she answered:
“And art thou tired of the houri of the cave?”
“Not tired of you, Girzilla, but I want freedom. I must search for Emin’s race.”