When we reached the campfires they were standing gazing out on the lake, where we could just make out the bellying sail of the Queen of Sheba leaning like a phantom away from the gaining wind.

The distance was not to be judged in that weak uncertain light.

We all shouted together, but there came no answer and we could not tell whether the sound carried as far as the dhow or not.
"Gassharamminy!--why don't you shoot!" shouted Coutlass, dancing up and down the bank in frenzy.

"Give me that rifle! I'll show you! I'll teach them!" I believe I would have fired if the rifle had been in my hands.

Brown, last to arrive and most out of breath, joined with Coutlass in angry shouts for vengeance.