There was so much reality about it that she felt elated.
Where could she be?
Where was Max?
Raising her head she saw on the other side of the tent another carpet, and on it reclined the form of Max.
Should she awaken him?
A deep affection for the madcap had taken possession of her, and she was determined to do all she could to remain near him.
Cautiously she moved from the carpet and to the entrance of the tent.
She was utterly bewildered.
A score of tents surrounded the one she had just left.
Camels were lying down, chewing their cuds—others were asleep.