A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY—BURNING SANDS
When he turned to her again she had opened her eyes, and was looking at him in dazed wonderment. She sat up with a start, and the colour flushed into her face. Then she threw her head back and laughed happily.
“It’s nothing to laugh about,” he said, gloomily. “It’s nearly tea-time.”
She jumped to her feet, and began arranging her hair, which was falling down. “Why didn’t you wake me, man?” she asked.
“I was too busy,” he replied.
He spoke roughly, and she thought he was angry with her. “I slept like a log,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s no good being sorry,” he exclaimed. “The mischief’s done.”
“What d’you mean?” she asked, perplexed.
He did not answer. “I’ll go and get the camels,” he said. “Ever ridden a camel?”
She shook her head.