The caravans of mules and camels usually march at night to avoid the heat, and rest by day in these oases, if any are found.
Pomp knew this.
He therefore concluded that the caravan they sought for might be there, and steered the Pegasus toward it.
As the machine drew nearer to it he caught sight of several white tents pitched among the trees.
There now remained no doubt in his mind about the place being an encampment of the natives.
Indeed, a few moments afterwards he discerned the figures of several camels lying on the ground in the shade.
There was a speaking-tube in the room, and Pomp grasped it and shouted in the mouthpiece:
“All han’s on deck!”
“What’s the matter?” Frank answered.
“Dar am a camp ahead ob us.”