We've leave to pitch tents there.

We'd better be moving." So we trailed back the way we had come to a triangular sandy space enclosed by a cactus hedge at the junction of three roads.

There were several small grass-roofed shelters with open sides in there, and two tents already pitched, but we were not sufficiently interested just then to see who owned the other tents.

We pitched our own--stowed the loads in one of the shelters--gave our porters money for board and rations--and sent them to find quarters in the town.

Another of the shelters we took over for a kitchen, and while our servants were cooking a meal we four gathered in Fred's tent and began to question Will again.
"They've got a fine place in there," he said.