“Whatever are you doing?” Jane suddenly asked a man who had rather more clothes than the others, and seemed to be a sort of captain or overseer. He started and stared at her, but he had seen too many strange lands to be very much surprised at these queerly-dressed stowaways. “Setting lines for the dye shell-fish,” he said shortly. “How did you get here?” “A sort of magic,” said Robert carelessly. The Captain fingered an Amulet that hung round his neck. “What is this place?” asked Cyril. “Tyre, of course,” said the man. Then he drew back and spoke in a low voice to one of the sailors. “Now we shall know about your precious cream-jug fish,” said Cyril. “But we never _said_ come to Tyre,” said Jane. “The Amulet heard us talking, I expect. I think it’s _most_ obliging of it,” said Anthea. “And the Amulet’s here too,” said Robert. “We ought to be able to find it in a little ship like this. I wonder which of them’s got it.” “Oh—look, look!” cried Anthea suddenly. On the bare breast of one of the sailors gleamed something red. It was the exact counterpart of their precious half-Amulet. A silence, full of emotion, was broken by Jane. “Then we’ve found it!” she said. “Oh do let’s take it and go home!” “Easy to say ‘take it’,” said Cyril; “he looks very strong.” He did—yet not so strong as the other sailors. “It’s odd,” said Anthea musingly, “I do believe I’ve seen that man somewhere before.” “He’s rather like our learned gentleman,” said Robert, “but I’ll tell you who he’s much more like—” At this moment that sailor looked up. His eyes met Robert’s—and Robert and the others had no longer any doubt as to where they had seen him before. It was Rekh-marā, the priest who had led them to the palace of Pharaoh—and whom Jane had looked back at through the arch, when he was counselling Pharaoh’s guard to take the jewels and fly for his life. Nobody was quite pleased, and nobody quite knew why. Jane voiced the feelings of all when she said, fingering _their_ Amulet through the folds of her frock, “We can go back in a minute if anything nasty happens.” For the moment nothing worse happened than an offer of food—figs and cucumbers it was, and very pleasant. “I see,” said the Captain, “that you are from a far country. Since you have honoured my boat by appearing on it, you must stay here till morning. Then I will lead you to one of our great ones. He loves strangers from far lands.” “Let’s go home,” Jane whispered, “all the frogs are drowning _now_. I think the people here are cruel.” But the boys wanted to stay and see the lines taken up in the morning. “It’s just like eel-pots and lobster-pots,” said Cyril, “the baskets only open from outside—I vote we stay.” So they stayed. “That’s Tyre over there,” said the Captain, who was evidently trying to be civil. He pointed to a great island rock, that rose steeply from the sea, crowned with huge walls and towers. There was another city on the mainland.