"Oh! by Jingo! Pussy isn't lying after all--there he is," and he pointed to a figure that rose suddenly out of the black stone of the idol's back just as the guards had done.
It was Higgs, Higgs without a doubt; Higgs wearing his battered sun-helmet and his dark spectacles; Higgs smoking his big meerschaum pipe, and engaged in making notes in a pocket-book as calmly as though he sat before a new object in the British Museum.
I gasped with astonishment, for somehow I had never expected that we should really see him, but Orme, rising very quietly from his seat beside Maqueda, only said: "Yes, that's the old fellow right enough.

Well, now for it.

You, Shadrach, run out your ladder and cross first that I may be sure you play no trick." "Nay," broke in Maqueda, "this dog shall not go, for never would he return from his friends the Fung.

Man," she said, addressing Japhet, the Mountaineer to whom she had promised land, "go you over first and hold the end of the ladder while this lord crosses.

If he returns safe your reward is doubled." Japhet saluted, the ladder was run out and its end set upon the roughnesses in the rock that represented the hair of the sphinx's tail.
The Mountaineer paused a moment with hands and face uplifted; evidently he was praying.