An
answering grunt came from one of their camels, and a hubbub of voices
sank faintly into the somber depths, as the wind was not felt in that
sheltered place.
The sheikh swore fluently, but Royson spoke no word until they were
free of the boulders, and had gained a passable incline which led to
the steeper path up the opposing cliff.
"Now, Abdur Kad'r--" he said.
"Name of Allah, Effendi, this thing must not be!"
"It must. Go, my good comrade. It is for the best."
Abdur Kad'r smote his camel on the cheek.
"I never imagined, Bisharin, that thou would carry me away from a
friend in danger," he growled, "but this is God's doing, and thou art a
rogue at all times. I shall either ride thee to death or kill thee for
a feast," He would not bid Royson farewell. Dick heard him tugging the
camel forward.
"Forget not my words to the Effendina," he said quietly.
"I shall not forget," came a voice from the darkness, and he was alone.
Though he knew he was face to face with death, he felt no tremor of
fear.
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