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Show Sir Claude had time to notice the accident and call him back, he urged his mule on as fast as possible, and again began to sing at the top of his voice. "Khali Targa! Khali Targa! On the curving edge of the steel I have lain, I have feared not the touch of the flickering pain; Nor the sharp- toothed glass, nor the poisoned sting- Now the lash, the lash to my bared loins bring! Khali Targa! Khali Targa!" This time Sir Claude did not interrupt him. For the three villages were at hand, houses of shadow kept by trees of shadow, the river, flowing out of the gorge into the desert, lifted its murmur to their ears, the neared its end. And does or in a cry to hail the friends, joys that await him? Louder and louder Achmed sang. \ His "Khali Targa!" went out to the frowning masses of the towering and was echoed back by them. It ~~ from the desert as a shout of ~ to two night wanderers who, -~the place where, by day, the little sat m the sun and played his capricious tune, were waiting to see the coming of the dawn over the sandy waste. The Spahi moved as the distant cry first came to his ears. "Is it the Mara bout?" whispered If Lady Wyverne, laying her hand on ,~,-'I~Nh is cloak. "Hush!" He listened, leaning ards the desert. forward tow- "Khali Targa! Khali Targa! More hard than the rocks where the falcon flies Is the way to the Prophet's Paradise-" "5 |