“The Rhat-hole,” I shouted, “Courage! dear witch; we shall win through yet.”
Yard by yard we made our painful advance. The details grew clearer until in my fevered imagination I could hear the cool splash of the pool. And then, with the suddenness of a cinema fade-out the picture vanished.
“Mirage,” I gasped.
There was no answer. Lady Sarah had fainted.
A hoarse kite-cackle sounded in my ears as I too sank in merciful oblivion.
Chapter XI
Antony and Cleopatra
Chapter XI
“You say you followed the kites?” I asked.
“Yes, Your Altitude,” said Ab-Domen, “for several days I kept away, for I thought you might wish ... that is ... the lady ...”; he grinned maliciously.
“It was not pre-arranged,” I said coldly.