The tide carried
the boat close beneath me when she was cast loose from the gangway. El
Jaridiah, or Abdullah, if that is his name, was not there."
"It is all very mysterious and puzzling," said Irene, gazing at the
purple mountains which fringed the southwest horizon. "I am sorry we
have not been able to reward the man, and I had set my heart on buying
Moti. Don't you think it was rather wonderful that such a weedy-looking
animal should have carried us so safely?"
"It was all very wonderful," Dick replied, but he did not dare to meet
the glance suddenly turned on him. For some reason, Miss Fenshawe
decided to guide their talk into a less personal channel.
"If the breakfast gong does not ring immediately, I shall go and hammer
on grandad's door," she vowed. "He hates being disturbed when he is
dressing, but I am simply aching to find out what has happened and
where we are going. And, talking of aches, Mr. Royson, look at my poor
wrists."
She held out both her hands, close together, with the palms downwards.
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