"
Royson substituted a soaked handkerchief for Abdullah's drastic remedy,
but he soon had the satisfaction of seeing Irene's lips move. Then,
after testing the water to make sure it was drinkable, he gave her a
mouthful, and, within a few seconds, she was in partial possession of
her senses. Nevertheless, for an appreciable time, her gallant, spirit
flagged. She tried feebly to brush the wet strands of hair out of her
eyes.
"Why are we stopping here?" she moaned. "Please take me home. I am so
tired--and thirsty--and my mouth hurts me. Where is the yacht? What are
we doing here?"
"I thought, she would recover soon," broke in Abdullah. "Now,
monsieur, at all costs we must reach the town. The hour grows late.
Ride on!"
It was remarkable, to say the least, that one who was willing to face
unknown odds in order to effect the girl's rescue should be so
desperately anxious now to get away from a rather improbable pursuit.
Yet again, the Arab's suggestion offered the only practicable course,
and Moti had to bear a double load while they slowly climbed the hill
down which they dashed so precipitately before they came upon the
disabled vehicle.
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