"
"I begin to see your point of view," said he, forcing himself to answer
her words, though his brain was weaving other phrases. "Even if I
discover that Alfieri is digging up those precious camel-loads, it will
be best for all parties that his success should be minimized."
"Yes, yes," she cried eagerly. "That is my meaning. I do not care what
happens so long as we all reach Pajura. Then let the Baron and Mrs.
Haxton do as they choose. Even if they want to borrow our money and our
goods and chattels for the purpose of a second expedition I shall be
the first to support the idea."
"You are not longing, then, for a sight of the Sheban wealth?"
"No. I hate the very thought of it. It is--bloodstained. Oh, Mr.
Royson, everything now depends on you. Please contrive matters so that
we shall travel to the coast without delay. That is all. You understand
me, I think. It only remains for me to wish you good-by and God-speed."
She moved a little apart, but Dick's left hand caught her by the
shoulder.
"No, Irene, it is not all," he whispered.
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