suddenly. “I’ve done my best. I’m going to fall.”
“No, no, auntie, you’ll break your limbs if you do. Hold up, just a little, and maybe they’ll stop.”
“Lean back, and hold your saddle behind,” said the Colonel. “There, you’ll find that will ease the strain.” He took the puggaree from his hat, and tying the ends together, he slung it over her front pommel. “Put your foot in the loop,” said he. “It will steady you like a stirrup.”
The relief was instant, so Stephens did the same for Sadie. But presently one of the weary doora camels came down with a crash, its limbs starred out as if it had split asunder, and the caravan had to come down to its old sober gait.
“Is this another belt of drift sand?” asked the Colonel presently.
“No, it’s white,” said Belmont. “Here, Mansoor, what is that in front of us?”
But the dragoman shook his head.
“I don’t know what it is, sir. I never saw the same thing before.”
