"I thought you were never coming, Mr. Royson," she said. "I was on the
point of going back to my tent, but I caught the grumbling of your
camels. Then I knew that you had really made a start."
After the first gasp of wonder and delight, Dick slipped to the ground.
He narrowly avoided a spiteful bite from his unwilling conveyance, but
he handed the single rein to Abdur Kad'r, and hastened towards a rock
in whose shadow stood Irene, garbed and cloaked so that she was
scarcely discernible.
"I cannot tell you how glad I am to see you, Miss Fenshawe," he cried,
"yet, in the same breath, I must protest against your wandering so far
from the camp. Are you alone?"
"You may be sure of that. Otherwise I should not be here." She laughed
cheerfully, for the escapade had in it a spice of adventure, and she
wished to give it a lighter turn.
"Then you have news for me?"
"No. You heard all that passed to-day. Since then, my grandfather has
refused to discuss the affair. As a result, Mrs. Haxton and the Baron
were snappy during dinner.
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