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"Whew!" Anstice whistled to express his consternation "And then, of course, Mr Cheniston came home and sickened for this illness"

"Yes At first he , he had a touch of the sun, and so on But at last the disease o I set out for Cairo to try to get some medical help"

"There is no doctor out there?"

"No You see it is only a tiny village--hardly that--a settlement in the midst of a little colony of Bedouins Iris was first persuaded to go there by a woone out--at least the Padre had--to try the effect of the clis They have one kiddie, a child of seven or eight, and they were so pleased with the place that they stayed on, and were the only white people in the village, with the exception of a young Australian who had lost his etables, and a rather eccentric French artist who set up his studio in a sort of disused fort built on a high rocky plateau about a one back to France now, taking with him some really marvellous studies of the desert, so they say"

"How far is the place from Cairo?"

"About a day and a half's journey on horseback Of course, if it had been possible to bring Bruce in to Cairo that would have been the best thing But we daren't take the risk Mrs Wood, the Padre's wife, is a first-class nurse, and she and Iris are doing their very best for the poor fellow But still"--Sir Richard shook his head--"there's no doubt the illness has got a fast grip of him, and I'm afraid of the result, Anstice, I confess I am afraid"

He broke off for a moment, then resumed in a brisker tone: "Well, here is the station, and noe e The best thing to do is to single out one fellow and proets rid of the others; and here is Mahomed, who is a first-class fellow for the job!"

He beckoned to a tall, pock-marked Arab in a dusty fez and faded blue djibbeh, and by dint of lavish promises secured his noisy but efficient services, with the result that in an incredibly short space of tie was safely tumbled into the train and Anstice and Sir Richard faced each other, exhausted but triue