But where were the others; didn’t they want to see the amazing things Professor Al-Mhud had told him about?
Eudora swiped at the long strings of spittle on her face with a handkerchief that she swore would never come clean. “Goodness, Windel!” She tried to fell him with an angry glare. “Why ever did you poke that camel with your umbrella?” She shuddered as she continued to try to clear the mess from her face. “There’s no hope that we’ll catch up to Nigel now.”