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Show early rising, monsieur. I seldom sleep much after three o'clock. I hke to see the sun come up over the desert." He thought he saw Sir Claude's steady, strained eyes glance backward as Achmed's had done. But he was not sure. The smoke "WTeaths of his cigarette, curling up towards the pale sky, in which the last stars had not yet faded, might have tricked his acute vision. There was a moment of silence. '·""'•"...,"'r Claude lifted his right hand, laid down on the mule's neck, and as if he were about to disThen he seemed to change mind, for he suddenly struck the with his heels, set his lips to, and rode on without another The patter of hoofs on the road made a diminuendo. "Don't move!'' whispered the Spahi, without stirring. The patter of hoofs died quite away. "Not yet!" he said, aloud. "Not till I tell you." He heard again the sound of convulsive, half-strangled sobbing. Yet even now his face did not change, even now he continued quietly to smoke. The gorge took the little cavalcade. It was lost in the fastnesses of the rocks. Then the Spahi sprang lifted his cloak, and set free terrified woman. "Does he know? Did he see me?" She could scarcely get the words out. Her face was stained with tears and flushed with red in patches. "Who can tell?" "He'll go to my room! he'll go to my room!" " Who can tell ? He is tired. sits like a sack on the mule." "He'll go! What am I to What am I to do?" 131 |
