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Show Jmew he must be wary. For even the Englishman, who lets his women go unveiled, does not love to hear their names befouled by the hps of strangers. "Look here, Achmed," said Sir Claude, presently, "I want you to take me up into the mountain above El-Akbara to-night. The whole place is one mass of rocks, and full of good hiding-places to get a shot from." "But monsieur cannot shoot at night." "I didn't say I could. But I want to have a look at the ground. Then I'll come back to the camp and sleep for a bit, and go up again towards dawn.'' As he spoke he turned round on his mule and looked back at the mighty rocks that descended in giant steps to the road that led to the Sahara. "You w1derstand ?"he added, turn- "Monsieur wishes to go up there, near the gorge?" Sir Claude looked sharply at the Arab. "Yes," he said, after a slight hesitation. " I do not know if there will be Barbary sheep up there." "I intend to find out, anyway." "I am the servant of monsieur. will do whatever monsieur desires. Monsieur will be generous to me?" Sir Claude gnawed his mustache, looking down sideways at the road. His pride, and something else, revolted against the idea of making the guide his confidant. But there was something alive and burning within him, something passionate, even furious, which seemed to be fighting his own nature and to subduing it. "I shall be generous to you," said, at last, without looking at the •63 |