Boys -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Egypt -- Juvenile fiction; Gordon Relief Expedition (1884-1885) -- Juvenile fiction
At that moment a peculiar cry rang out from a couple of hundred yards or
so away--a weird, strange whoop that might have come from some night
bird sweeping through the darkness overhead.
But it was human, and answered directly by the Baggara train close at
hand, and directly after there was a loud shout, and a crowd of horsemen
galloped up out of the mysterious-looking gloom, to mingle with the
party about to start on their desert ride.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.
NEARING THE GOAL.
It was more from hearing than seeing that Frank Frere gathered the fact
that the Baggara chief had returned, for after a short pause the camel
train was once more in motion, and they were ordered to keep steadily in
line in the advance to the desert in the opposite direction to that by
which the newcomers had arrived.
At first the two parties formed the train alone, for the fresh arrivals
had halted to water their horses and camels, quite an hour passing
before the sound of approaching horsemen announced that the whole force
was in motion, overtaking them at a sharp canter, but only to subside
directly into the regular, slow camel pace, which was kept on hour after
hour till the dawn, when, looking back, Frank made out that the train
extended for nearly half a mile to the rear, being made up of a long
line of camels, followed by a troop of many horsemen.
It was nearly all surmise, but judging from the number of camels, which
were certainly double those that the Baggara had before during their
stay by the fountains, they had been engaged in some successful foray,
for as the light grew stronger the baggage animals seemed to be very
heavily laden.
This idea naturally suggested that the wild horsemen had been engaged in
some desperate encounter, and half laughingly the professor bantered his
friends about their prospects.
"It means a revival of professional practice for you," he said, "and
that looks prosperous. You only lost your last patient a few hours
ago--that is, if you have lost him--and now a score or two will come
tumbling in."
"Very well," said the doctor coolly; "it shows that they approve of my
treatment. I suppose we shall know at the first halt."
This was many hours in coming, for a long, monotonous march was made
right away to the south-west, with the pile of rocks they had left
gradually sinking till quite out of sight, and then, with the sun
growing hotter and hotter, there was nothing visible on any side but the
long, level stretch of sand.
The halt was not made till near midday, when the heat had become
unbearable, and horses and camels were growing sluggish, and showed
plenty of indications of the need of whip and spur.
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