"
Abdur Kad'r's black eyes sparkled when Royson spoke to him.
"_Salaam aleikum, Effendi!" he cried. "You have redeemed my honor.
Never again could I have held up my head had you been slain while I
ran. And that shaitan of a camel--he stirred himself. By the Prophet, I
must kill an older one to make a feast for my men."
CHAPTER XVII
HOW THREE ROADS LED IN ONE DIRECTION
The news that her lover was safe restored the sparkle to Irene's eyes
and the color to her wan cheeks. Fenshawe, indeed, had not given her
the full measure of Abdur Kad'r's breathless recital. Recent events had
led the old curio-hunter to view life in less ultra-scientific spirit
than was his habit. Perhaps he had re-awakened to the knowledge that
the hearts of men and women are apt to be swayed by other impulses than
his dry-as-dust interest in dead cities and half-forgotten races. Most
certainly he was shocked by the agony in the girl's face when she heard
that the sheikh had returned alone, and, if he wondered at the low wail
of despair which broke from her lips, he said nothing of it at the
moment, but mercifully suppressed Abdur Kad'r's story of the Effendi's
resolve to make a stand against his pursuers, and thus enable his
companion to reach and warn the camp.
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