Of all the queer incidents of an eventful day
this gallop into an unknown land was the queerest. He could not help
asking himself if he had done right. Yet the reassuring answer came
instantly. He had left indecision behind when he agreed to the Arab's
conditions, and it was surely better to try whatever fixed plan the
other had in mind than remain in Massowah, a prey to hopeless,
purposeless agony. For he knew now what it would mean to him if Irene
Fenshawe were reft from his life, and the knowledge made his eyes
blaze, and sent the passionate blood coursing through his veins.
"Easily, monsieur. This is the place."
The Arab's strong, somewhat harsh voice, though pitched in a key not
meant to reach too far, brought Royson back to his senses. Imitating
his guide, he tightened the reins and pulled Moti to a walk. Then he
made another discovery. They were on a Government road, which happened,
at that point, to have a smooth surface, and Moti stumbled
disgracefully, for your true desert Arab will fall over himself when he
no longer needs to exercise his wits in order to keep his feet.
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