There was no one in Aratat too old, too young or too ill to stay away from the pier and its vicinity.

Bowles telephoned the news to the chateau, and the occupants, in no little excitement, had their tea served on the grand colonnade overlooking the town.
Von Blitz stood at the landing place to welcome Rasula and his comrades, and to be the first to clasp the hand of the man from London.

For the first time in his life his stolidity gave way to something resembling exhilaration.

He cast more than one meaning glance at the chateau, and those near by him heard him chuckle from time to time.

The horde of natives seethed back and forth as the tug came running in; every eye was strained to catch the first glimpse of--Rasula?
No! Of the man from Brodney's! At last his figure could be made out on the forward deck.