"Be it so," he said curtly. "Let every preparation be made. We have no
cause to fear these dogs of Hadendowas. I charge myself with the care
of the camp where they are concerned. See to it, Abdur Kad'r, that we
start ere sunrise."
The conversation was in Arabic, so Stump could not gather its drift.
When he learnt his employer's intentions he roared gleefully:
"By gad, sir, I'm pleased to 'ear you're makin' for blue water once
more. Just for a minute I fancied you was tellin' our brown pilot to
shove after von Kerber, an' string 'im up."
Mr. Fenshawe laughed grimly.
"The rogue deserves it, but I cannot take the law into my own hands,
captain," he said.
"Oh, that wasn't botherin' me," was the offhand answer. "I was on'y
wonderin' where you would find a suitable tree."
Fenshawe bent over the table, and asked Royson to go through the papyri
with him, comparing the Greek, word for word, with the translation. He
himself was able to decipher the hieroglyphs, but the details and
measurements they gave might be dismissed as unreliable.
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