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After a lasses which he carried, and applied the adjusted the focus, he uttered an exclaht! It's a native of sorts, and he is couish his features--you look and see what you can lasses to Anstice, who raised the the lenses to suit his younger, keener sight, he swept them round in an attempt to focus the distant object

First an apparently illimitable expanse of sky and sand swanificant landnified allasses; and at last the blue-robed native appeared suddenly as though only a stone's throay frolass revealed him as an Arab of an ordinary type clad in a faded blue djibbeh, over which he wore the short grey coat so inexplicably beloved of the native On his head was a scarlet fez; and his blue robe was gathered up in such a way as to leave bare his brown and sinewy legs as he paddled ruthlessly and unhesitatingly over the burning sand

As he lowered the glasses Anstice gave a short description of the advancing native to Sir Richard, adding: "He seeround in astraight for us!"

All at once Sir Richard's lately-born optilasses back he adjusted theers that absolutely tre and steady stare he lowered them and turned to his companion his face was very serious

"Anstice, I hope to God I'm mistaken, but that fellow looks unco I should say he had been sent out to meet us And that can only mean disaster--either Bruce is worse, or----" He broke off suddenly, his fine old face suddenly grey

"Oh, it won't be so bad as that, sir!" Unconsciously Anstice replied to the unspoken suggestion "Possibly your daughter has sent this chap to relieve your mind--Cheniston shis glasses in their case with oddly fu movements "But I wish to God ere safely backwe can't even see the village for these confounded palm trees!"