CHAPTER 10They were almost within sight of Alexandria before they found what they were seeking. Then, just at the last possible moment, they sighted a large cluster of the black tents of the Bedouins. “Await me here,” said El Sareuk urgently. “I shall collogue with these men and see whether I cannot raise us an army.” He galloped away to the encampment.
Shortly there was a bustle and stir therein, and many small energetic men of the Bedouin tribe came running toward the central tent, into which El Sareuk had vanished. The Bedouins were a cheerful and healthy lot, inured to hardship, habituated to a rough nomadic life. They were short and lean, and often looked fragile, but they were fiery, intractable fighters when aroused.
When some time had passed, Ramizail said, “He will win them. You
