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Show with huge, black eyes mutely inviting him to mount. And the thought of the cool air on the mountain, the savagery of the rocky wastes, the sunrise over the distant desert, and the prey-the prey that was so difficult to come at-rose in his mind. He had his imagination of the hunter, though Lady Wyverne did not realize it. And it tempted him, it enticed him, as she was tempted and enticed by the Goblin men of Goblin market, who laid their hands upon her sleeve in the empty hours, and whispered, "Come-come where we will lead you!" VI _ l .~d T HAT morning, when she came A down to breakfast, Lady Wyverne did not see the Spahi. But she had not seen him on the previous morning. She realized that as well as a desert man he was a man of the world. He had lived with French ' officers and had been to Paris, and t\'\1 . r knew when to give way to his desire Mli\J and when to hold back. The good Ml If people of the inn, after the tabled' hate dinner was over, went to their supper, and from their supper straight to their beds, leaving only an Arab to look after the door. Arabs are A t great gossips. But this Arab would not gossip. The Spahi had taken 6• |
