They sat down together by the rock and conversed in low tones. An hour passed and then another.
“Canaris should be here by this time,” said Guy uneasily. “Can anything have happened to him, I wonder?”
Almost as he spoke a muffled trampling sound was heard, two huge objects loomed out of the darkness ahead, and as Guy’s hand trembled on the trigger of his rifle the Greek’s familiar voice uttered a low exclamation and he advanced slowly, leading two big camels loaded down with trappings.
“Well by Jove——” began Guy, but Canaris checked him instantly.
“Not so loud. I picked up these animals only a quarter of a mile back. They have strayed away from the Abyssinian camp.”
“But tell me, what have you discovered?” exclaimed Guy. “And you have brought no food. Must we starve, then?”