“Now?”
“Why not? I spoke of him just now as Bob Morris. That’s the last time till we are safely under the British flag again.”
“Yes, you are right,” said Frank, and urging on his camel the animal stepped out and passed of its own accord alongside that of the doctor, who uttered a sigh of relief as he saw who it was.
“That’s better, Frank,” he said. “I was beginning to feel a bit lonely, for this ride is not very cheerful, and the bringing of fresh muscles into play is producing aches and pains.”
Frank raised his hands to his head, and bowed down.
“Humph!” ejaculated the doctor; “not such a very bad imitation of a salaam. What have you two been talking about?”
Frank raised his hand, and saw that his tall shadow was repeating the action, as he pointed straight ahead.
“About our journey’s end, eh?” said the doctor. “That’s right. I shall be glad to get there and lie down, if it is only upon the sand. How do you get on with your camel?”
Frank made a despairing gesture.
“Same here,” said the doctor. “I wish we could have had some lessons first. But use is second nature, and I suppose this weary, aching sensation of being waved about in the air will soon pass off. But I say, Frank, my lad.”