Boys -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Egypt -- Juvenile fiction; Gordon Relief Expedition (1884-1885) -- Juvenile fiction
"Yes, yes, I understand, Sam."
"But do you really, Ben? Don't deceive me, and go to sleep again. If
you do I know how it will be."
"How it will be?" said Frank impatiently.
"You'll say that I didn't call you. Come, now, recollect where you are,
and what we've got to do. Mr Abraham--"
"Ibrahim, man! I've told you so half a dozen times before."
"Then it's all right, Ben Eddin. You are wide awake."
"Yes, yes, of course. But what about the Sheikh?"
"He says we are to go to the Emir's palace."
"Emir's palace? What Emir--what palace?"
"That fierce old chap as had such a bad arm. He's an Emir. Mr
Imbrahim says he's just heard, and that an Emir's a great gun out here.
Sort of prince and general all in one, I suppose. He told me his name,
but I forget what it is. It's very foreign, though, and there's a good
lot of it. He's a great friend, and a sort of half brother of the other
fellow."
"Other fellow? What other fellow?" said Frank, half angrily.
"Oh, you know, sir, the other big man that followed the Mahdi in taking
the Soudan."
"You mean the Khalifa?"
"That's right, sir. I'm not good at all over these Egyptian chaps.
I've one name for them all--the bad lot, and that's enough for me. Now,
sir--bah! Ben Eddin, I mean; breakfast will be ready in ten minutes, so
look sharp. I like to see you have a good meal in the morning, just as
I like one for myself. It's something to keep you going all day. It
makes a deal of difference if you start fair."
"I'll be there," said Frank.
"Recollect you're to put on your clean white cotton jacket. Mr
Ibbrahim says his chaps have been seeing to the camels so that they
shall look their best, and that it's very important that the Hakim
should be dressed out well, and he will."
Frank's toilet in those days was very simple, and within the time he was
at the door of the Hakim's tent, to find him dressed and waiting to
begin his morning meal, the professor coming from the tent directly
after, ready to greet both and enjoy the excellent repast that was
waiting, the Emir having kept up his attentions in that direction to the
doctor who had saved his arm from mortification, and consequently
himself from death.
There was the loud hum of voices right away through the camp, from which
the fragrant smoke of many fires arose through the grey dawn, and an
unwonted stir indicating great excitement prevailed and rapidly
increased with the coming light, for the orange and gold streamers
announcing the rising of the sun were beginning to flush in the eastern
sky, illumining the far-spreading city, and turning the sands where it
was built into sparkling gold.
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