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It was not so, of course. Were he made of steel he must have felt the strain of those sixty hours, and he almost yielded to it when he dismounted, and Fenshawe led him inside the mess tent. The older man invited him to be seated, and tell his adventures while eating the meal which had been prepared for him and Stump as soon as their camels were seen in the distance.
Certainly not such fabulous sums as you appear to imagine." Mrs. Haxton smiled sourly. "We are dealing in candor," she cried. "Pray complete your confession, Baron von Kerber." The Austrian did not abandon his dejected pose, but he took up the parable readily. "There is one slip of papyrus you have never seen, Mr. Fenshawe," he said.
King, very well. I am much beholden to you. And I was pleased to hear from Baron von Kerber last night that you have joined our expedition." Though of middle height, Mr. Fenshawe had to raise his hand as high as his own forehead to reach Dick's back. His eyes were shrewd and keen, with the introspective look of the student.
He fears you will act as one if you have to choose between his interests and your own honor. And today, since your letter arrived " "Yes, ma'am," they heard Captain Stump shout from the bridge, "Miss Fenshawe is forrard, with Mr. Royson. You'll find it a very pretty sight goin' through the canal on a night like this." And Mrs.
Exactly as they were taken from the sand so were they sealed and set aside until transportation details were arranged. Mr. Fenshawe pointed out to the men from the Aphrodite how important it was that the treasure should be made over to the Italian Government intact.
I advise you to go on board, and await his Excellency's decision." "It will be most gratifying to learn his Excellency's decision," said Royson, "but just at this moment I must ascertain the whereabouts of Mr. Fenshawe and Baron von Kerber." The lieutenant spread both hands deprecatingly. "What is one to say?" he shrugged, arching his eyebrows and pursing his lips, "I repeat, I have no orders."
"I hope you will forgive me if I express a somewhat contrary opinion, Miss Fenshawe," said Royson. "Your grandfather did not hesitate to run counter to the Baron's wishes to-day, for instance." "Oh, that is nothing. Of course, with his experience of Egypt, he takes the lead in such matters. What I want you to believe is this: Mrs.
Probably he was surprised to find himself in the presence of two such beautiful women. Though Irene spoke Italian, Mrs. Haxton took on herself the role of interpreter. The Cigno carried two letters from the Governor of Massowah, she said. One was addressed to Signor Fenshawe, the other to the signor captain of the British yacht Aphrodite.
And I am really very greatly relieved at having found you at all. I was afraid you had left the ship without my knowledge." "But how could that be possible, Miss Fenshawe?" he asked, startled out of his reverie by her peculiar phrase. "Please don't speak so loudly," she said, dropping her voice almost to a whisper. "I have been looking for you during the past half hour.
Royson had stationed a sailor at the shoreward end, while he held the rail to steady it on deck. "Good morning, Mr. King," she cried. "Has not Baron von Kerber arrived?" "Yes," he said. "He came aboard late last night." "Then why is he not here to meet us?" "I believe he is fatigued after the long journey, Miss Fenshawe." "Fatigued! Fiddlesticks! Look at my grandfather. Is he fatigued?
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