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A CRITICAL SITUATION. 269
but there was not the faintest sound to be heard. With
feverish energy and almost in despair we set to work to
gather up all the wood we could find, and flung it on the
signal-fire. But at last weariness got the upper hand, and
we dozed off round the crackling logs.
About midnight Kutchuk crept silently towards me
and begged me to listen. There was a sound of footsteps
The Caravan for the Levelling Expedition.
in the darkness. Motionless as statues we all three listened
with bated breath. " It’s the camels !
" whispered Kut-
chuk. We hurried down, and there came Khodai Vardi,
with the four veterans all safe and sound. I was as
happy as if I had inherited all the riches of India, and quite
forgot to give the blundering camel-leader the drubbing he
deserved ; besides, I have a rooted objection to adminis-
tering corporal punishment. Khodai Vardi told me that
he had kept too far to the right and lost sight of us, but had
continued towards the south-west until in the twilight
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