Their eyes met in one amazed glance that startled the wondering spectators, and then from Guy’s lips burst a glad, hoarse cry:
“Melton Forbes, or I am dreaming!”
“Chutney, by Jove! My dear fellow, can it be possible?”
All else forgotten in their deep joy of meeting, the two bronzed Englishmen fell into each other’s arms, and the Arabs and negroes, dimly comprehending what it all meant, shouted in sympathy and lowered their arms.
CHAPTER III.
THE ARAB’S WARNING.
For a little while the British officer and the British newspaper correspondent could do nothing but stand off to look at each other, and then embrace again as though it were hard to believe that it was not all a dream.
The Arabs and negroes had drawn to one side, and the big savage was wrathfully inspecting the body of the leopard.