Boys -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Egypt -- Juvenile fiction; Gordon Relief Expedition (1884-1885) -- Juvenile fiction
"It may all work for good," said the doctor, "and there is no harm in
making a friend; but it is of no use to try and foresee what will
happen. A sick man's fancies are very evanescent. Go on as you have
done all through. One thing is very evident: he is mending fast, and
can be moved when his father returns."
"If he ever does," said the professor drily. "The lives of these
fighting men are rather precarious, and if we never see him again I
shall not be surprised."
Another week glided by, and the large tent was taken down by the Baggara
guard and set up again in their own camp, for the last of the Hakim's
patients had expressed a wish to join his fellows, though far from being
in a condition to leave, so that the young chief was the only sufferer
left, while he was now sufficiently recovered to watch what went on
around. But for the most part his eyes were fixed upon the desert, his
gaze bespeaking the expectation of his father's return, though he never
suggested it in his brief conversations with the Sheikh--brief from
their difficulty, the old Arab confessing his inability to understand
much that was said.
But if the young chief was watching in that expectation he fixed his
eyes upon the distant horizon in vain. The clouds appeared every
morning, to hang for hours in the east along the course of the far-off
river, and then die away in the glowing sunshine, while to north and
south and west there was the shimmering haze of heat playing above the
sand, till Frank began to be in despair.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.
FOR A FRESH START.
One evening after the young chief had lain watching the desert in vain
he signed for the Sheikh to come to him, and in a stronger voice bade
him fetch the leader of the men left on guard.
The man came, and a conversation ensued, the result of which was that
the Baggara went away to join his companions, with whom a long
consultation was held, followed by certain unmistakable movements which
brought the Sheikh to his friends.
"They are going to march," he said. "Their tents are being struck, and
everyone is preparing. I saw four men seeing to the water-skins; others
are packing, and soon after midnight they will leave."
"And what about the young chief? He is not fit to go, eh, doctor?"
"Unless he is carried," was the reply.
The Sheikh smiled.
"They are preparing a camel for him so that he can share it with one of
the wounded men--a litter such as they use for the women. They can
almost lie, one on either side, Excellencies. I expect that they will
say nothing, but that we shall wake in the morning and find that we are
alone."
The Sheikh had hardly spoken when the party saw the head of the Baggara
guard approaching.
As the man came within reach he signed to the Sheikh to join him, and
his words were very few before he turned upon his heel and strode away.
"What does this mean, Ibrahim?" said Frank. "Did he tell you that they
are going?"
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