“Yes, sir, I feel sure it would be better to wait now, and I’ll risk it.”
“Risk what—the writing?”
“No, sir; holding out till we get to the tents. Seems as if we shall get there a bit sooner than I thought for.”
“Oh, yes! we shall be there in less than half an hour.”
“Soon as that, sir?”
“Yes.”
“Think I can hold out till then?”
“If you try very hard, Sam,” said Frank seriously. “You seem terribly knocked up; but I feel in hope that a good breakfast and a few hours’ sleep will do you a lot of good, and then if the doctor takes you in hand, you will feel a different man by to-morrow.”
“To-morrow, sir? Think I shall ever see to-morrow?”
“I hope so. Ah, here’s the man from the tents! What a good-looking young Arab he seems, and what a clean-limbed, swift camel he is on—a beauty!”