So I rode along the plain which stretches between the desert and the mountains, keeping on the edge of the sand-hills.

I rode all day, but when night came I halted, since I could see no more.

There I sat in that great place, thinking, and after an hour or two I observed Pharaoh prick his ears and look toward the west.

So I also started toward the west, and presently I thought that I saw one faint streak of light which seemed to go upward, and therefore couldn't come from a falling star, but might have come from a rifle fired toward the sky.
"I listened, but no sound reached me, only presently, some seconds afterwards, the dog again pricked his ears as though _he_ heard something.

That settled me, and I mounted and rode forward through the night toward the place where I thought I had seen the flash.