"From there," assented the girl, "we can reach Kashgar, where there
will be merchants from Kashmir. My uncle has been at Khotan with me.
It is not hard to travel to India from there."
Urged by Gela they mounted the kneeling camels. The Wusun clustered
around. Out of the camp they led the white man and woman until the
towers of Sungan were barely visible on the horizon.
Here they were beyond danger of meeting with Chinese fugitives. Gela
halted and raised his hand in farewell. Gray and the girl did
likewise.
"He has kept his word to us, and he is proud of it," whispered Mary,
"and we can't thank him." For neither could speak Gela's tongue.
"Good-by, old man, and good luck," said Gray heartily, in English.
Turning back after an interval, he saw the Kha Khan and the Wusun
watching them. They were seated in the sand, their faces bent toward
the departing camels. Until the two were out of sight, Gela remained
there.
The camels were fresh and moved swiftly. It was a clear night, with
a touch of cold in the air, a forerunner of the winter that was
settling down on Central Asia. The miles passed swiftly behind, as
Gray, guided by his compass, kept on to the west.
They did not speak. Behind them the crimson of dawn flooded the sky.
The moon paled, coldly. Early morning chill numbed the man and the
girl. The long shadows of the camels appeared on the sand before
them. Mists, wraith-like and grotesque, receded on the skyline.
From black to gray, and then to brown the sand dunes turned. Waves
of sand swept to the sky-line on either side.
They were alone in the infinity of Asia.
Gray wanted to speak, but a strong shyness gripped him. He urged his
beast beside the girl's and took her hand. She did not withdraw it.
This made him bold. Already the sun warmed their backs. The camels
slowed to a steady trudge.
"Our honeymoon has begun," he said. His heart was beating in unruly
fashion. "And in Kashgar, we can find a missionary, to--to make you
really my wife--if you will."
She did not answer. Instead, she drew back the _khalat_ that the
Wusun had given her. Gray saw that the bronze circlet was still
about her throat.
THE END
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