“Still they might not be willing to help,” he thought. “But at least I can ask them.”
After winding in and out among the huge rocks and peaks for well over an hour, Bob turned his camel up a little hill and came in sight of camp.
How good it looked! Since his friends had been captured by the Arabs, the youth had had an uneasy feeling that perhaps he could not find his way back.
“Where’s Fekmah, I wonder,” he mused, looking about.
A moment later the Arab came running up, delighted beyond words at again seeing him alive and well.
“What kept you away so long?” Fekmah asked. “And where are the others?”
Bob’s face darkened. He told of his father, Mr. Lewis, and Tishmak being captured by the Arabs, and of his own good fortune in getting away.
“But,” he said, “I have a plan to bring about their rescue.”
“What is it?” Fekmah waited breathlessly.