Boys -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Egypt -- Juvenile fiction; Gordon Relief Expedition (1884-1885) -- Juvenile fiction
Frank angrily bade Ibrahim to tell the man he exaggerated matters, and
that he was sure that both the Emir and his son desired that their
friend should be free to go about the city.
The officer bowed respectfully, but he was immovable.
The Hakim and his people must stay within, he said. If the Emir or the
young Emir were angry when they returned he must bear it, but they could
not blame him much, for he had done his duty, and that he felt he would
neglect if he let the Hakim's young friend go into danger.
Frank, feeling how much there was at stake, became more importunate, and
then the officer turned to Ibrahim, after listening to the Sheikh's
interpretation of Frank's signs, most of which took the form of angry
pointings towards the camels.
"Speak for yourself," said the officer, "and make the Hakim's friend
know the truth. Tell him whether you think it is safe for him to go out
of this place, and whether it is just for him to order me to neglect my
charge by leaving the house unguarded."
"The man is right, Excellencies," said Ibrahim at once. "It would be
like riding out to tempt death for us all."
There was nothing for it but to resign themselves to circumstances, and
the expedition was given up, the party being now the closest of
prisoners; but as if to make up for it their guards were more respectful
than ever, and their head was indefatigable in his endeavours to
forestall all their wants.
As Frank said when they were alone, it seemed as if they were neglecting
their opportunities by not making their attempt while the Emirs were
absent, for at any moment they might return and Harry's owner be sending
a party of his men to fetch the injured slave back to his duties.
But this did not happen, and though much of the information which
Ibrahim brought in was simply rumour, he was able to supply facts, and
among these were the announcements that the house of Harry's master was
closely shut up and guarded by a few men, and that the whole city was
thronged with savage-looking dervishes who plundered as they chose
slaying and destroying where there was any resistance, while the whole
place was in a state of siege.
"The time has not come yet, Excellencies," the old man said, "but it may
arrive at any moment, and we will be ready to start."
"Where for?" said the doctor sternly.
"Who can say, Excellency? That must depend on fate. If we can, our
place of refuge must be with the British troops; if we cannot reach them
there is the desert."
"But why not try for the desert now, striking right away for the open
parts, far away from the ordinary caravan routes?" said the professor.
"Because we should be cut off by some of the wandering bands before we
could reach those distant parts, Excellency; and yonder there are other
enemies: the sun to strike us down, and the dry sand. How can we
journey on through the burning desert where there are not springs or
wells?"
"Could we not keep to the river?" said the doctor.
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