“Let him go, Walter,” I said. “You know he is too stubborn to listen to reason. What we need now is a council of war; we must consult Abdullah, and also Michael, who is an astute man. I can think of several things we might do, but we may as well wait until after your brother has fainted, then he won’t be in our way, arguing and shouting. I think we can drag him back to camp from here. If not, Abdullah and Michael can come for him.” Emerson was still on his feet when we reached the camp. Walter took him into their tomb for restorative action; then we met for the suggested council of war.
