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Show is the voice of Achmed !" Lady Wyverne turned white. "But-it can't bel Why, they are at the salt mountain, far away from here!" "The lash on my loins has fallen like hail. See! I offer my shaven head to the nail! Khali Targa! Khali Targal" " It is Achmed! They are coming! Look! I see mules on the roarl!" "Save me! Where am I to go?" She sprang up wildly. But he drew her down again. "You can't get away now." "But I must! I must be in the inn when my husband gets there. He'll go straight to my room!" She struggled with him and began to sob hysterically. "Be quiet! Keep still!" He said it quite gently. Yet she at once and remained roosilent as one under the inof an opiate. u6 "You can't get back. There's only one thing-slip behind the rock! Crouch down! I will let my burnous drop over you!" Lady Wyverne crept to the back of the rock on which they had been seated and obeyed him. He lifted his great burnous, and replaced it loosely on his shoulders, letting it fall so that it concealed Lady Wyverne's head and shoulders. Her face was pressed against his back and his body felt her troubled breathing. Then he lit a cigarette. His attitude was nonchalant. His dark, keen face was perfectly calm. He drew the cigarette smoke into his throat and let it out ~hythmicall::' through his f,lnostnls, · qUletly watchmg the mules/' : / as they came nearer and nearer.// In his long eyes there was the hintf~ of an almost sleepy smile. Achmed's song had died away now, and Benchaalal knew that the guide's |
