“Mad as a hatter,” he shouted. “Whatever do you think I saw?”
“Don’t trouble about it, whatever it was,” said Mrs. Belmont, laying her hand soothingly upon his as the camels closed together. “It is no wonder that you are overdone. You have thought and worked for all of us so long. We shall halt presently, and a few hours’ sleep will quite restore you.”
But the Colonel looked up again, and again he cried out in his agitation and surprise.
“I never saw anything plainer in my life,” he groaned. “It is on the point of rock on our right front—poor old Stuart with my red cummerbund round his head just the same as we left him.”
The ladies had followed the direction of the Colonel’s frightened gaze, and in an instant they were all as amazed as he.
There was a black, bulging ridge like a bastion upon the right side of the terrible khor up which the camels were winding. At one point it rose into a small pinnacle. On this pinnacle stood a solitary, motionless figure, clad entirely
