Moti, well
named "the Pearl," seemed to play this sort of game with the skill that
a trained polo-pony shows in following the ball. He stopped almost of
his own accord, wheeled, and allowed Dick to lift the girl in his arms.
Abdullah, who did not attempt to pursue the others, had not failed to
note the rapid approach of a boat.
"Quick, now, monsieur," he said. "Make for the road!"
As they cantered off they heard some shouting in Arabic, and a few
words of Italian, but Dick was looking into Irene's eyes. He was
conscious only that he held her in a close embrace. His heart was
thumping against his ribs. For one who had proved himself cool in an
emergency he betrayed all the symptoms of unusual excitement.
"Are you uninjured?" he asked, with a marvelous tenderness in his
voice, while his lips were very near to her swathed cheek.
She nodded. He fancied he caught a smile in her eyes. He did not know
how lover-like was his clasp.
"We shall stop soon and release your bonds," he whispered. "Thank God I
was able to find you.
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