Then, seeing their distress, he gave an order, and a negro brought a water-skin, from which he gave each of them about half a tumblerful. It was hot and muddy, and tasted of leather, but oh how delightful it was to their parched palates! The Emir said a few abrupt words to the dragoman, and left.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Mansoor began, with something of his old consequential manner; but a glare from the Colonel’s eyes struck the words from his lips, and he broke away into a long, whimpering excuse for his conduct.
“How could I do anything otherwise,” he wailed, “with the very knife at my throat?”
“You will have the very rope round your throat if we all see Egypt again,” growled Cochrane savagely. “In the meantime—”
“That’s all right, Colonel,” said Belmont. “But for our own sakes we ought to know what the chief has said.”
“For my part I’ll have nothing to do with the blackguard.”
“I think that that is going too far. We are bound to hear what he has to say.”
