Victor Appleton, Don Sturdy in the tombs of gold… (1925)
“ Don promptly obliged him with a vigorous pinch.“Ouch!” cried Teddy, rubbing the stinging flesh. “You needn’t be so mighty literal.”“A friend will always do what another friend asks him to,” replied Don virtuously.From the Nile came the sound of native music, as a felucca glided down the stream with a wide ripple spreading from her bows, the oars of her crew swaying to the faint sounds of a chantey, such perhaps as may have been sung in the days of the Pharaohs. The white sails of a dahabiyeh gleamed with a rosy tint in the last rays of the sinking sun. ”
