It was Rekh-mara, the priest who had led them to the palace of Pharaoh--and whom Jane had looked back at through the arch, when he was counselling Pharaoh's guard to take the jewels and fly for his life.
Nobody was quite pleased, and nobody quite knew why.
Jane voiced the feelings of all when she said, fingering THEIR Amulet through the folds of her frock, 'We can go back in a minute if anything nasty happens.' For the moment nothing worse happened than an offer of food--figs and cucumbers it was, and very pleasant.
'I see,' said the Captain, 'that you are from a far country.

Since you have honoured my boat by appearing on it, you must stay here till morning.

Then I will lead you to one of our great ones.

He loves strangers from far lands.' 'Let's go home,' Jane whispered, 'all the frogs are drowning NOW.

I think the people here are cruel.' But the boys wanted to stay and see the lines taken up in the morning.
'It's just like eel-pots and lobster-pots,' said Cyril, 'the baskets only open from outside--I vote we stay.' So they stayed.
'That's Tyre over there,' said the Captain, who was evidently trying to be civil.