Push these people's boat out into the stream, you men."

Bent-Anat felt her blood chill, for a loud squabble at once began on the
landing-steps.

Rameri's voice sounded louder than all the rest; but the pioneer
exclaimed:

"The low brutes dare to resist? I will teach them manners! Here,
Descher, look after the woman and these boys!"

At his call his great red hound barked and sprang forward, which, as it
had belonged to his father, always accompanied him when he went with his
mother to visit the ancestral tomb. Nefert shrieked with fright, but the
dog at once knew her, and crouched against her with whines of
recognition.

Paaker, who had gone down to his boat, turned round in astonishment, and
saw his dog fawning at the feet of a boy whom he could not possibly
recognize as Nefert; he sprang back, and cried out:

"I will teach you, you young scoundrel, to spoil my dog with spells--or
poison!"

He raised his whip, and struck it across the shoulders of Nefert, who,
with one scream of terror and anguish, fell to the ground.

The lash of the whip only whistled close by the cheek of the poor
fainting woman, for Bent-Anat had seized Paaker's arm with all her might.