"
The hotel manager came to Dick's relief. With a face all wrinkled in a
satisfied grin, he informed them that "dinner was now served." The poor
man had been waiting two hours to make that announcement, and Irene's
gleeful appreciation of this low comedy close to the night's adventures
showed that she was little the worse either in health or spirits. She
would not hear of a doctor's being summoned. She assured her
grandfather that soreness of lips and wrists would not impair her
appetite, but she hoped that the dinner would not be utterly spoiled if
it were delayed two minutes longer--she had actually forgotten to bring
forward the Arab who had helped Mr. Royson to rescue her!
Yet, search as they might, El Jaridiah was not to be found. None knew
him, nor had any news of the girl's safety been received until she was
seen in the vestibule. Though mystified, they were far too excited to
pay special heed to the circumstance at the time. Both Irene and Royson
believed that the man was detained by some slight difficulty with
regard to the horses, one of which, they knew, was borrowed.
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