Moti will carry
you safely, and it is but a broken road over the bridge."
Away they went, crossing some rough ground at an easy gallop, and Dick
had his first experience of the remarkable sure-footedness of the Arab
horse in his proper environment. Moti moved with the long lope of a
greyhound, and used eyes and intelligence as well as feet. The pace set
by Abdullah on the uneven causeway seemed to be dangerous, and would
have brought down any animals but those accustomed to stone-strewn
valleys or deserts in which patches of soft sand alternate with bare
rock. When the mainland was reached, Royson rode alongside his
companion.
"Where are we going?" he inquired.
"To a village. It is not far distant. There we may obtain news."
They pressed on. Were it not for the nature of his errand, Dick would
have enjoyed the ride greatly, for the current of cool air was pleasing
after the heat of Massowah, and Moti carried him as though he were a
feather-weight. But his heart was too care-laden to enter into the
spirit of the adventure.
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