THE PROFESSOR GOES OUT SHOOTING Of all our tremendous journey across the desert until we had passed the forest and reached the plains which surrounded the mountains of Mur, there are, I think, but few incidents with which the reader need be troubled.

The first of these was at Assouan, where a letter and various telegrams overtook Captain Orme, which, as by this time we had become intimate, he showed to me.

They informed him that the clandestine infant whom his uncle left behind him had suddenly sickened and died of some childish ailment, so that he was once again heir to the large property which he thought he had lost, since the widow only took a life interest in some of the personalty.

I congratulated him and said I supposed this meant that we should not have the pleasure of his company to Mur.
"Why not ?" he asked.

"I said I was going and I mean to go; indeed, I signed a document to that effect." "I daresay," I answered, "but circumstances alter cases.