He caught hold of her wrist, and led her towards the camels.
“Take your hand off my arm!” she gasped. “You’ve got me in your power now, but you just wait till my father hears of this. He’ll have you hounded out of Egypt.”
He did not reply, but releasing her, left her to climb into the saddle.
“Go and get my crop,” she said. “I dropped it somewhere here.”
“Very well,” he replied, “but, remember, if you ride off while my back is turned, I’ll come after you and tie your hands behind your back.”
Muriel wriggled furiously in her seat, but she knew that it was useless to attempt to escape. Presently Daniel found her crop and brought it back to her. Then he mounted his camel, and the two of them rode off southwards side by side.
“We shall come across your hat soon,” he said. “Be on the lookout for it. You’ll get sunstroke without it, in spite of all that mass of hair.”
She uttered something like a growl as she jogged along beside him over the blazing sand.
[CHAPTER XXVIII—THE SURPRISING FORTNIGHT]
It was mid-morning when they reached the house, and Daniel advised Muriel to go at once to her room, whither Hussein presently brought refreshments and cans of water for the bath.