“Look at Red-Head, he’s off on a cruise!” shouted the sailors.
“Look at Red-head, he’s off on a cruise!” shouted the sailors.—[Page 265.]
“Wow! Help! Ned! I’m sliding off!” Herc’s voice was carried back to them.
The red-headed boy was seen to careen over in his seat and make a frantic effort to grasp the camel’s rear hump.
“Grab the stern turret!” roared somebody.
But Herc, after a futile effort to retain his seat, slid gracefully to the desert, alighting in a cloud of dust. The camel trotted back to the herd, leaving Herc to plod back over the hot sands amid a running fire of raillery from his ship-mates. But he took it all in good part, and soon they were off in earnest on their way to the Pyramids.
CHAPTER XXVII.
LOST IN THE KINGS’ TOMBS.
“Now for the Tombs, fellows,” cried Ned, after the party had gazed at the Sphinx, climbed the great Pyramid and enjoyed the fine view of the desert and the verdant Nile valley.