But we must return to our caravan.
The cavalcade had moved in silence for several hours.
The time was a most miserable one to Ibrahim, but he had learned enough of his uncle’s ways to be assured that he would fall into disgrace if he dared to intrude on the silent meditations of Sherif el Habib.
The caravan stopped.
The camels were unloaded, tents were pitched, and after devotions the meal for the evening was spread.
Max and Girzilla had not yet roused from their unconsciousness.
They had been lifted with tender care from the camel, and laid down under the best and largest tent.
Girzilla was the first to awake.
She opened her eyes and closed them suddenly; she imagined she was dreaming.
Again the temptation was so great that she gently raised her eyelids, and saw that the tent was hung with Oriental silk drapery, while a thick Persian carpet had been spread upon the sand.