He looked at Mrs. Armine for a moment, saw that she fully received his look, and went away, leaving her still in that beautifully protective attitude.
He came out on deck. The felucca was waiting. He got into it, and was rowed out into the river by two sailors. As they rowed they began to sing. The lights of the Loulia slipped by, yellow light after yellow light. From above the blue light looked down like a watchful eye. The darkness of the water, like streaming ebony, took the felucca and the fateful voices. And the tide gave its help to the oarsmen. The lights began to dwindle when Isaacson said to the men: "Hush!"
He held up his hand. The Nubians lay on their oars, surprised. The singing died in their throats.
Across the water there came a faint but shrill sound of laughter. Some one was laughing, laughing, laughing, in the night.
The Nubians stared at each other, the man who was stroke turning his head towards his companion.
Faint cries followed the laughter, and then--was it not the sound of a woman, somewhere sobbing dreadfully?
Isaacson listened till it died away.
Then, with a stern, tense face, he nodded to the Nubians.
They bent again to the oars, and the felucca dropped down the Nile.