Boys -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Egypt -- Juvenile fiction; Gordon Relief Expedition (1884-1885) -- Juvenile fiction
"Well," said the doctor quietly, "I confess that already I feel
something of its fascination, and I am glad we have come. All this is
growing irresistibly attractive."
"And when I've been at home and have vaunted the beauty of the old,
simple, patriarchal life, and told of how I enjoyed it during my
Egyptian explorations, you laughed at me, and as good as called me a
lunatic. What do you say to that?"
"That I spoke in ignorance, old fellow," said the doctor quietly. "Of
course I should not like to give up our civilisation, but for a time
this has a great charm. I feel, too, that we have done very wisely in
following out Frank's plan."
"Thank you," said the young man eagerly.
"I shall get on famously with these simple people, who will all prove
excellent patients, and the result will be that we shall get in touch
with poor old Harry, and bring him safely away."
"Yes, we're going to do it, Frank, my lad. It looks easier to me every
hour."
No more was said for a time, for they all felt the fatigue consequent
upon their exertions of the past night, and that it was very delicious
to lounge there in the soft sand, watching the fall of evening with the
paling glories of the most wonderful sunset two of the party had ever
beheld. And this was made the more agreeable by the respect with which
they were treated, their part of the encampment being kept, as it were,
sacred, and everything sordid hidden from their sight.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
A FIGHT WITH A BLACK.
Now it so happened that Sam soon ceased to congratulate himself upon his
good luck. He had thrown himself upon the couch provided for his
resting-place. He had discovered by turning it up that sheep-skins were
stretched beneath it to make it soft, and that beneath these the sand
was yielding and dry. But all the same the couch felt hard, and sleep
would not come.
He tried this side and that side, front after back, and returned to the
back; but it was no good, for the fact was that he was over-tired; and
over-weariness, that is to say, exhaustion, is one of the worst
opponents to a calm and satisfying sleep.
The evening came on cool and soft after the ardour of the afternoon, and
he began thinking about the proceedings of that time, and felt a little
hurt that the doctor had not called upon him to come and act as his
assistant, and these thoughts lasted him for about an hour, but did not
weary him into dropping off to sleep. They seemed to have the contrary
effect, making him irritable; and though he made up his mind to watch
the stars peer out through the opalescent sky--he did not call it
opalescent, for the simple word dusky took its place--even their soft
light had no effect upon him, and to come to the result at once the
would-be sleeper gave it up at last for a bad job.
"I'll go and get something to eat and drink, and then try what I can
do."
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