"Whatever happens, let not you and me quarrel," he cried. "We have
enough on hand that we should keep our heads cool. And who can tell
what this very day may bring forth? Things may happen ere we rejoin our
caravan, Abdur Kad'r."
The sheikh, bowed his head in confusion. It must have been the heat, he
muttered, that caused his tongue to utter such folly. And, indeed, the
excuse might serve, for the hot hours dragged most wearily, and the sun
circled ever towards the hills, yet there came no sign of Hussain.
Royson, was divided between his promise to Irene not to incur any
avoidable risk and his natural wish to obtain the information so
eagerly awaited in the camp. Though he meant to begin the return
journey at sunset, here was five o'clock, and he no wiser than
yesterday at the same hour. At last, inaction grew irksome. He helped
Abdur Kad'r to saddle the camels, and they mounted, with intent to
climb the northerly ridge, and thus survey the road which Hussain must
pursue if he managed to get away from Italian surveillance before
nightfall.
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