Warren had looked at the desert stretching away to a lazy horizon so that it was difficult to know where the sand ended and the sky began.
“I suppose,” he said mockingly, “you are thinking of the Moulin Rouge and Maxim’s!”
“When I am on a journey like this,” Edward replied, “I find myself almost forgetting what an attractive woman looks like! I would certainly welcome one of the sirens from Maxim’s at the moment and enjoy seeing the girls kicking their legs in the ‘can-can’ at the Moulin Rouge.”
Warren had laughed.
Then he said,
“What I would like is a glass of cold champagne! If I have to drink water out of a goat’s skin very much longer, I think I shall go mad!”
“You would certainly go mad without it!” Edward retorted, glancing up at the blazing sun overhead.
They had been trekkin
