Mr. Rawlison had regained his composure.
“I will go,” he said. “These villains have forgotten that England’s army under Wolseley is now hastening to the aid of Gordon and will separate them from the Mahdi. They shall not escape. They can not escape! I will send a telegram to our minister at once and then I shall go. What do you intend to do?”
“I shall telegraph for leave of absence, and without waiting for a reply I shall follow in their footsteps along the Nile to Nubia, to direct the search.”
“Then we shall meet, for I also intend doing likewise from Cairo on.”
“All right! And now to work!”
“With God’s help!” answered Mr. Rawlison.
CHAPTER VII
Meanwhile the camels stormed like a hurricane over the sand glistening in the moonlight. It was night. The moon, at first red and large as
