“There are people. We must fly! Make haste!” she whispered.

He helped her to remount, and they retraced their steps. The solemn thoughts which had possessed her mind gave place to rattle of dry bones and impish laughter. A merry dance was going on within her brain, as mad as could be, though her senses were quite clear⁠—clearer than ever they had been before, she knew exultantly. She rode out from the place of tombs across the sandhills towards the city.

“Hist!” said her companion suddenly, and stopped the donkey, hanging on to its tail to prevent braying. “There are men without a lantern⁠—robbers! I hear voices.”

She strained her ears in the direction pointed.