“I am sure it will take us to where I want to go,” Royden said. “My sister has never seen the desert before and that in itself will be an experience for her.”
“Of course it will, monsieur,” the Captain agreed. “At the same time I should take two cushions to sit on as there are a great number of stones in the sand round here.”
They did as the Captain suggested and the moment luncheon was finished they drove off.
The horses were rough-looking but fast.
When they reached a more sandy part of the desert the cart or carriage, or whatever they called it, was not really as uncomfortable as Royden had feared.
There was a cover over the part where they were seated and at first Malva thought it unnecessary.
Then, as the sun in the afternoon grew stronger and hotter, she found the protection it
