“And I saw two signals. There were two brands being waved together.”
“To-night, we have comrades in the desert.”
“Comrades!” he said.
His voice sounded startled.
“Men who have escaped from a horrible death in the dunes.”
“Arabs?”
“French.”
Quickly she told him her story. He listened in silence. When she had finished he said nothing. But she saw him look at the dining-table laid for three and his expression was dark and gloomy.
“Boris, you don’t mind!” she said in surprise. “Surely you would not refuse hospitality to these poor fellows!”
She put her hand through his arm and pressed it.