occasionally, once some one fired at a night creature that bounded out
from almost under his horse's feet. But the Sheik flung a word of
savage command over his shoulder and there were no more shots. Diana
stirred slightly, moving her head so that she could see his face
showing clearly in the bright moonlight, which threw some features into
high relief and left the rest in dark shadow. She looked at him with
quickening breath. He was peering intently ahead, his eyes flashing in
the cold light, his brows drawn together in the characteristic heavy
scowl, and the firm chin, so near her face, was pushed out more
doggedly than usual.

He felt her move and glanced down. For a moment she looked straight
into his eyes, and then with a low, inarticulate murmur she hid her
face against him. He did not speak, but he shifted her weight a little,
drawing her closer into the curve of his arm.

It was very late when they reached the camp. Lights flashed up in the
big tent and on all sides, and they were surrounded by a crowd of
excited tribesmen and servants. In spite of the hard day's work The
Hawk started plunging and rearing, his invariable habit on stopping,
which nothing could break, and at a word from the Sheik two men leaped
to his head while he transferred Diana to Yusef's outstretched arms.
She was stiff and giddy, and the young man helped her to the door of
the tent, and then vanished again into the throng of men and horses.

Diana sank wearily on to the divan and covered her face with her hands.
She was trembling with fatigue and apprehension. What would he do to
her? She asked herself the question over and over again, with shaking,
soundless lips, praying for courage, nerving herself to meet him. At
last she heard his voice and, looking up, saw him standing in the