"What are you doing there?" she cried sharply to the frightened
servant. "Go and get another glass, and take care you do not fall next
time."
If he heard he paid no heed. He continued to stare at the sky with
wide-open eyes.
Conscious of a fresh thrill of fear, she ran towards Royson.
"What in the world--"
Then she saw, and was stricken dumb with the sight, for she was looking
at a spectacle which the desert seldom provides even to those who pass
their lives within its bounds. A thin haze had taken the place of the
remarkable clearness of the morning hours. Away to the north it had
deepened almost into a fog, a low-lying and luminous mist like the
white pall which often shrouds the sea on a calm bright day in summer.
The sky was losing its burnished copper hue and becoming blue again,
and, on the false horizon supplied by the crest of the fog-bank, stood
a brilliantly vivid panorama.
There were military tents, lines of picketed camels and horses, a great
number of Arabs and blacks, and some fifty Italian soldiers, all
magnified to gigantic proportions, but so clearly defined that the
trappings of the animals, the military uniforms, and the gay-colored
burnous of the Arabs were readily distinguishable.
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