"
"Dead! _Ach, lieber Gott!_ That is good.... I--I am finished--_I_
know.... Go to Mrs. Haxton. Tell her ... the treasure ... Fenshawe will
be generous...."
And that was all. He did not die instantly, but consciousness failed,
and the soul soon fluttered out of the limp body with a sigh.
Dick laid the inanimate form on the desert. He went to look for Mrs.
Haxton. She was stretched, apparently lifeless, beneath the camel's
Shoulder. Royson seized the huge beast by the neck and flung it aside
bodily. So far as he could judge, she was uninjured, though he feared
the camel might have broken one of her limbs or fractured a rib,
because his first thought was that the animal had fallen on top of her.
But his anxiety was soon dispelled when he forced some of the contents
of his water-bottle between, her set teeth. She sobbed twice, and her
bosom rose and fell spasmodically. Then, with a sudden return to the
full use of her senses which, was almost uncanny, she wrested herself
free from his arms and shrank away, quivering, while her eyes gazed at
him with awful questioning.
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