They set off under the burning sun untill they came to the edge of a cliff.
"What we need is a length of rope," said Dangermouse.
As if by magic, a lasso landed on the ground around them. Dangermouse hardly had time to say "that'll do nicely" before the rope was pulled tight around them and they found themselve face to face with a fierce Bedouin tribesman/
"It's a fierce Bedouin tribesman, isn't it?" observed Penfold, eyeing his flint-lock rifle with some alarm.
"Well it's not Lawrence of Arabia, that's for sure!" answered Dangermouse sarcastically.
"Here," asked Penfold, trying to sound brave. "What do you want?"
By the way of an answer, the tribesman uttered a fearfull yell and galloped off, dragging our harassed heroes after him.
"I think he wants us to follow him," said dangermouse.
"I think it's a real drag," said Penfold.

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