I knew there was something more potent than gunpowder protecting me and my charge, and I slept secure under the ægis of my own will.
I had overcome Jakoub and I was proud of it.
CHAPTER XI
CAPTAIN WELFARE EXPLAINS
I HAD finished a late breakfast and sat trying to forget my trouble and take an intelligent interest in The Egyptian Gazette and an eloquent indictment in its columns of the “Ministry of Wakfs.”
I was still at a loss as to the nature and functions of this institution when Edmund came in, very debonair in his white linen suit.
“By Jove!” he cried. “I’m glad to see you here safe. We were terribly worried about you when we saw the sand blowing—what is it? What’s the matter?”
I had tried to keep all signals out of my face and aspect, but I could not command myself. I knew I looked a crushed and guilty man.
I saw the youthful joyousness fade out of Edmund’s eyes as he turned and saw the pile of boxes on the floor, and more than ever then I knew how dear to me he was; how much dearer than I suppose most sons are to their fathers.
He had wronged me deeply. How would it be possible for him to forgive me? We pray to be forgiven as we forgive them that trespass against us. We dare not profess to forgive those against whom we have trespassed.
He faced me again, but now with a grave, stern face.