Haxton, wrapped in a gray
dust-cloak, on a splendid riding camel in advance of the main body;
beside her, on Arab horses, were Mr. Fenshawe and von Kerber, the
latter having just ridden up from the rear.
"Does one's sight become better, then, by residence in this strange
land?" murmured the girl.
Royson deliberately ignored the less obvious significance of the words.
"I think so," he said. "When all is said and done, desert and sea are
akin, and most certainly a sea voyage benefits the eyes. Yet, now that
you mention it, the atmosphere is remarkably clear to-day."
"Are you weather-wise, Mr. Royson? Is not that a sign of storm?"
"I sought instruction from Sheikh Abdur Kad'r on that very point only
this morning. He says that the Kamsin does not blow at this season, and
there is every reason to believe that it has not rained in this
locality during the past three hundred years."
"Dear me! Three--hun-dred--years!" "Yes. Sorry, but I can't make it any
less." "Then you may give Sheikh Abdur Kad'r my compliments and tell
him I predict either a thunderstorm or some unusual disturbance before
night.
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