Rrisa viewed them with scorn, as he went down in the nacelle with a dozen of the crew.
The work of stripping the caravan immediately commenced.

In an hour some five hundred tin cases of petrol had been hoisted aboard.

On the last trip down, the Master sent a packet wrapped in white cloth, containing a fair money payment for the merchandise.

British goods, he very wisely calculated, could not be commandeered without recompense The packet was lashed to a camel-goad which was driven into the sand, and _Nissr_ once more got slowly under way.
All eyes were now on the barren chalk and sandstone coasts of the Red Sea, beyond which dimly rose the castellated peaks of Jebel Radhwa.
At an altitude of 2,150 feet the air-liner slid out over the Sea, the waters of which shone in the mid-afternoon sun with a peculiar luminosity.

Only a few _sambuks_, or native craft, troubled those historic depths; though, down in the direction of Bab el Mandeb--familiar land to the Master--a smudge of smoke told of some steamer beating up toward Suez.
Leaning from the upper port gallery, the Master with Bohannan, Leclair, and "Captain Alden," watched the shadow of the giant air-liner sliding over the tawny sand-bottom.