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Show i:r· -~~~ ' "-~· .f' ' -·- ...... -' _......----'_;;.: keen sight had already discovere~ k .- . . .~ h'm that the guide's swift mtelh-j"5=::~ - ~~ g:n~e had gathered from ~is _motion- \ > ~-·less attitude that the smgmg had , , ~ "~ -· been heard and that h e was pre- ... ·~.pared for their coming. Achmed's mule came up level with the Spahi and passed on. Achmed made no sign of recognition, but he looked at Benchaalal steadily, then beyond him as if seeking for something. Benchaalal leaned a little backward, letting his burnous drop lower over the crouching woman. And he felt that she shuddered against his body. The mule that bore the victims of Sir Claude's gun followed. Then came Sir Claude. As he drew up the first rays of the rising sun struck into the eastern sky and touched the houses of the red village upon its little hilL When Sir Claude saw the Spahi he started with surprise, and involuntarily pull-us ed up his mule. For a moment the two men stared at each other· the Englishman with a sort of hard inquiry and suspicion, the Arab with a sleepy languor that told nothing of what was passing in his mind. Always he drew the cigarette smoke i~to his throat, and let it out through h1s finely cut nostrils. "Bonjour," said Sir Claude, at last, in the rough voice of a weary man. "Bonjour, monsieur," said the Spahi, softly. "You have had good sport, I see." \ The crouching woman was trembling violently. Benchaalal leaned still farther back He feared lest the rider should see the movement ~ of the folds of his burnous, and "'·secretly cursed the timidity of women. "You are out early, monsieur," said Sir Claude. \~ "We -- ----':-~ |