They all sat in thoughtful silence for a little while the scarlet streaks turned to carmine, and the grey shadows deepened, and the wild-fowl flew past in dark straggling V's over the dull metallic surface of the great smooth-flowing Nile. A cold wind had sprung up from the eastward, and some of the party rose to leave the deck. Stephens leaned forward to Sadie. “Do you remember what you promised when you were in the desert?” he whispered. “What was that?” “You said that if you escaped you would try in future to make some one else happy.” “Then I must do so.” “You have,” said he, and their hands met under the shadow of the table. THE END. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Desert Drama, by A. Conan Doyle