"Hamza!" she murmured. "Hamza!"
He rowed on, without much force, almost languidly. Never could they go up against the tide if he did not pull more strongly. Why had they not two of the Nubians with them? The lights of the villa vanished. They were hidden by the high and shelving bank.
"Hamza!" she cried out. "Hamza!"
There was a slight shock. The felucca had touched bottom. Hamza, with a sort of precision characteristic of him, stepped quietly ashore and signed to her to come.
She knew she would not go. And, instantly, she went.
Directly she stood upon the sand, near the tangle of low bushes, Hamza pushed off the felucca, springing into it as he did so, and rowed away on the dark water.
"Hamza!" she called.
"Hamza! Hamza!" she shrieked.
The boat went on steadily, quickly, and disappeared.