“Here,” I answered.
“O, take me with you. Look ... he has done it again.”
She held up her arm and I saw the deep teeth-marks of her dog of a husband.
“Damn him.... I will kill him ’ere we go.”
“No, no,” she cried. “I think I have done that.... I struck him ... with a chafing dish.”
“Up, then ... mount.”
She took her place on one of the camels. There was no thought of hesitation. Forth we fared on the swiftest of my bactrians forth into the velvet night. Our camels travelled tactfully side by side. So matched were their gaits that Lady Sarah could rest her head on my shoulder as we rode. It was not until six hours later, in the dawn, that I discovered that sometime during the night Ab-Domen, the wily old devil, had given us the slip.
Chapter X
Death in the Desert
Chapter X
“Do you see anything?”