“In the sedges on the shore there,” pointing across the weeds. “I saw his head—he had no hat on.”
“Quite sure?” Bevis looked, but could not see anything.
“Almost very nearly quite sure.”
They watched the sedges a long time, but saw nothing.
“Was it Charlie, or Val, or Cecil?”
“No, I don’t think so,” said Mark.
“They could not get round either,” said Bevis. “If they crossed the Nile like we did, they could not get round.”
“No.”
“It could not have been anybody.”
“I thought it was; but perhaps it was a crow flew up—it looked black.”