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Show Stupendous battlements of rock reared themselves up round about it towards the clear blue sky. In front of it grew a line of Judas-trees along the white road, which is the caravan route from the Tell to the Sahara. It was small, low, but clean and inviting- looking, with a wide veranda and French windows with green shutters. "Tea on the veranda!" cried Lady Wyverne. "Tea-tea-and thenwhere's the desert?" The landlady, a plump and pleasant Frenchwoman of middle-age and motherly appearance, explained that it lay immediately beyond the wall of rock. Five minutes' walk through the gorge and "Madame" would be there. Lady Wyverne was all excitement. She quite forgot her shakand fright, and as soon as she swallowed a cup of tea she made husband accompany her down ---......-...... the Sahara." He had been below, ::onferring with a tall Arab guide, who now walked beside them needlessly to show the way, and he said j t:> his wife, with considerable animatiOn: - " I say, Kitty, what d' you think? " ·This chap says there's splendid sport ,....,_ ~ • here, any amount of Barbary sheep ~ up in those rocks, and herds of gazelle in the plain just beyond. D' you think you'd mind spendin' a couple o' nights here instead of one? I I could get up to-morrow at three t:J I o'clock and be off to get a shot at MlrU somethin'. What d' you think?" He looked at her anxiously. "I'll tell you in a minute, Crumpet, when I've- Oh!" She uttered a little cry and stood still, clutching her husband's arm. They had come out into the desert '3 |
