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For a moment the Vicomte hesitated, but he knew that not even he was
wanted inside that empty tent, and a half-bitter, half-sad feeling that
the perfect friendship and confidence that had existed between them for
twenty years would never again be the same came to them, the regretful
sense of inevitable change, the consciousness of personal relegation.
Then fear for Diana drove out every other consideration, and he went to
his own quarters with a heavy heart.
When he came back in a few minutes with Henri following him the camp
had undergone a transformation. With the promptness of perfect
discipline the hundred men who had been chosen to go on the expedition
were already waiting, each man standing by his horse, and the Sheik,
quiet and impassive as usual, was superintending the distribution of
extra ammunition. A groom was walking The Hawk slowly up and down, and
Yusef, whose gloomy eyes had been fixed reproachfully on his chief,
chafing against the order to remain behind to take command of the
reinforcements should they be needed, went to him and took the horse's
bridle from him and brought him to the Sheik. Even as he held the
stirrup Saint Hubert could see that he was expostulating with an
unusual insistence, begging for permission to accompany them. But the
Sheik shook his head, and the young man stood sullenly aside to avoid
The Hawk's hoofs as he reared impatiently.
Ahmed Ben Hassan motioned Saint Hubert to his side and in silence the
cavalcade started at the usual swift gallop. The silence impressed
Raoul, who was accustomed to the Arab's usual clamour. It affected his
sensitive temperaments, filling him with a sinister foreboding. The
silent band of stern-faced horsemen riding in close and orderly
formation behind them suggested something more than a mere relief
party. The tradition of reckless courage and organised fighting
efficiency that had made the tribe known and feared for generations had
been always maintained, and under the leadership of the last two
holders of the hereditary name to so high a degree that the respect in
which it was held was such that no other tribe had ventured to dispute
its supremacy, and for many years its serious fighting capacities had
not been tested.
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