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, Fen said nothing to any one of what had happened that evening, but he thought about it constantly. This gave him a more than usually preoccupied air, which annoyed Sally.

"I s'pose you're thinking about that old Djinn," she remarked. She was marching up and down the deck to the accompaniment of tinkling bangles and necklaces, having several layers of these ornaments—souvenirs of the bazaar—on her person.

"There isn't any a such thing, anyway," said Larry, who was trying to shin up a stanchion.

"There used to be," said Fen, rather hotly, for him, "an' why couldn't there be now—specially in an awfully old ancient place like Egypt?"

"Well," pursued Larry, "if he is one, why don't he look like one, 'stead of like just any old person?"