"You may be sure of that. Otherwise I should not be here." She laughed
cheerfully, for the escapade had in it a spice of adventure, and she
wished to give it a lighter turn.
"Then you have news for me?"
"No. You heard all that passed to-day. Since then, my grandfather has
refused to discuss the affair. As a result, Mrs. Haxton and the Baron
were snappy during dinner. In fact, they were unendurable, and I was
delighted when they left us."
"It is a hateful thing to have to lecture you," he said, coming nearer,
and trying to peer into her face, "but you know you ought not to take
this risk. It is too venturesome. I think that this section of the
desert is fairly clear of any real danger, so far as prowling Bedouins
are concerned, but there are other unpleasant neighbors--in the shape
of snakes and scorpions--"
"I am wearing riding boots," she interrupted. "And I shall soon relieve
your anxiety by returning to my hammock. Pray don't trouble about me,
Mr. Royson. I have waylaid you with a purpose. It is too late now, I
suppose, to dissuade you from carrying out a useless and absurd
journey, but I do ask you not to commit the further folly of
sacrificing your own life, and, perhaps, the lives of others, in the
mistaken belief that you are serving Mr. Fenshawe's interests."
Though she strove to speak in a tone of conventional friendliness, her
voice shook a little. Dick was profoundly moved. It seemed to him
suddenly that the burnous he wore exercised a stifling effect on him.
He threw it off, and it fell unheeded to the loose stones at his feet.
The girl laughed again, somewhat tremulously.
"What of those nasty creatures against which you warned me a moment
ago?" she exclaimed. "Or is it that your disguise has become
unbearable? You make an astonishingly tall Arab, Mr. Royson. I should
have picked you out anywhere."
That wayward heart of Dick's drove a hot flood of color to his face,
but he still held mastery over his tongue.
"Why do you think I am likely to run into danger?" he asked. For an
instant his calmness misled her. She had grown accustomed to his habit
of self-restraint, and looked for nothing else.
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