PHARAOH MAKES TROUBLE Another six weeks or so had gone by, and at length the character of the country began to change.

At last we were passing out of the endless desert over which we had travelled for so many hundreds of miles; at least a thousand, according to our observations and reckonings, which I checked by those that I had taken upon my eastward journey.

Our march, after the great adventure at the oasis, was singularly devoid of startling events.

Indeed, it had been awful in its monotony, and yet, oddly enough, not without a certain charm--at any rate for Higgs and Orme, to whom the experience was new.
Day by day to travel on across an endless sea of sand so remote, so unvisited that for whole weeks no man, not even a wandering Bedouin of the desert, crossed our path.

Day by day to see the great red sun rise out of the eastern sands, and, its journey finished, sink into the western sands.