The intensity with which she spoke silenced him; and thus they came stumbling into the camp.
[CHAPTER XXXI—PAYING THE PRICE]
“Kate!—where are you?” Muriel called, as she stood in the blazing sun in the midst of the silent camp.
Daniel had deposited her here, and was now hastening, in a last spurt of energy, towards the police headquarters, intent on gathering a force to return with him to El Hamrân.
“Good Lord!—it’s Muriel,” came a voice from one of the tents, and Kate Bindane ran out into the sunlight, shading her eyes with her hand.
She slapped Muriel lustily on the back, and led her to an empty tent, where she put her arms about her and kissed her. “My word!—you’re looking tired!” she laughed. “Have you had a wonderful time?”
“Lovely,” said Muriel, sitting down upon the camp bed.
“Where are your camels?—where’s Daniel?” Kate asked, somewhat bewildered.
“Oh, we walked back,” Muriel answered, with a casual gesture. “I’m feeling quite tired.” She began to laugh hysterically.
“D’you mean to say he made you walk?” her friend asked, incredulously.