As she looked she seemed to understand that
this man who had held her so tenderly was not the man whom she feared
to see. The reaction was too great. Dick watched the glance of
recognition fading away into insensibility. With a little gasp, she
fainted again, but he knew, this time, that her collapse was the
natural sequel to the ordeal she had gone through. He roughly bundled a
camel cloth into a pillow, laid her head on it, and gave the attention
that was necessary to events elsewhere.
He had appreciated the fatal error of the friendly Arabs in deserting
their stronghold. Though he and his companions pressed on at a
dangerous speed, they could do nothing to stop the panic. Some of the
runaways almost charged into them, and seriously interfered with their
view of the advancing Hadendowas. That was only for a moment, but
seconds are precious when men are shooting at point-blank range, and
Royson was lashing an Arab out of his path at the instant Alfieri fired
the first shot at the double-laden camel. The Hadendowas scattered and
fled when they caught a glimpse of the white faces.
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