CHAPTER XXVI—SOME INTERESTING CONVERSATION
The sun was gone, blue shadows gathered, and night came stalking up from Syria and Arabia beyond the isthmus. So absorbed had our friends been by the splendid spectacle, that they had failed to give heed to their immediate surroundings.
Nadia was at Brad’s side. Suddenly she clutched his arm with a nervous movement.
“What is it?” he asked, seeming to awaken from a trance.
“That man! Look there!”
She made a gesture, and he looked in the direction indicated. Standing at an angle of the wall, where the shadows were upon him, was the same man to whom she had called his attention on the steps of the hotel.
“He has followed me here!” she declared nervously.
“Oh, he has, has he?” growled the Texan, his face flushing with anger. “Well, I sure am going to interview him some, right away.”
He brushed off her hand and started toward the mysterious stranger.
Immediately the unknown turned and disappeared beyond the corner of the wall.