The Washington times., 1922-06-24

lightly. Disnsl His teeth met
through the cigarette In his
mouth. His ssnseless 3salousy
ana tho rage provoked By Raoul's
Soutspoken criticism had rscoiled
on the innocent cause. She. not
Saint Hubert, had felt the brunt
Of his anger. In the innate
cruelty Of hisNnature Il had given,
him . subtle pleasure to watch
the bswildsrmsnt. alternating with
flickering fear. that had come
back into the deep blue eyes that
for two months had looked into
! his with frank confidence. He
had made her acuteiy conscious
Of his displeasurs. Only last
night when his lack Of consid.
eration and his unwonted irritabii-
ity had made her Swince several
times during the evening and
after Saint Hubert had gone
70 his own tent, he had
looked up to find her eyes fixed on
him with an expression that. in
his dangerous mood, had excited
all the brutality Of which he was
capable. and had filled him with Q
desire 70 torture her. The dumb
rsproach In her eyes had exas-
perated him. rouSinE the fiendish
temper that had been hardly kept,
in check al the previous week.
And yet. when he held her helpless
in his arms. auiverihg and shrink.
ing from the embrace that was no
caress. but merely the medium Of
bis anger. and the reproach In her
wavering eyes changed to nuts
entreaty. the pleasure he had ans
ticipated in her fear had failed him
a. It had before. and had irritated
him further. The Wild beating Of
her heart. the sobbing intake Of
her breath. the knowledge Of his
power over her. gave him no graft.
fication, snd he had flung her from
him cursing her savasely. TIL she
had fled into the other room with
her hands over her ears to shut
out the sound Of his slow, deliberate
voice. And this morning he had
left her without q sign Of any kind.
no word or gesture that might
have effacsd the memory Of the
previous night. He had not meant
to. he had intended to 60 hack to
her before he finally rode away.
but Saint Hubert's refusal to
accompany him had killed the
softer feelings that prompted htm.
and his rage had famed up again.
And now? The longing to hold
her In his arms. to kiss the tears
from her. eyes and the color into
her pale lips, was almost unbear.
/. aba. Hsslwould give his life TO
keep even 4 shadow from her path.
and she was In the hands Of Ibra-
helm OMAR! The thought and ali
that It implied was torture. but no
sign escaped him OF the hell he
was enduring. The unavoidable
delay seemed interminabie. and he
swung into the saddle. hoping that
the waiting would seem less with
The Hawks restless, nervous body
gripped between his knees, for
though the horse would stand
quietly with his master beside Sim,
he fretted continually at waiting
once the sheilk was mounted, and
the necessity for soothing him was
preferable to complete inaction.
Saint Hubert rose to his feet at
last. and. leaving behind Henri
and two Arabs. who were detailed
to take the wounded man back To
the camp, the swift gallop south.
ward was resumed. On. over the
rising and falling ground along
which CASTOR had stumbled, blind
and faint with loss OF lbleod and
the pain OF his wounds, past the
dead body OF The Dancer, ghostly
white in the moonlight, lying a
little apart from the semicircle Of
Arabs that proved the efficiency
Of Gaston's shooting where Diana
and he had made their last stand.
The Sheik made no sign and did
not check the headlons salIop. but
continued on, The Hawk taking
the fallen bodies that lay In his
path In his stride, with only a
culver of repugnance and q snort
Of disgust. SIN on. past the hud.
, died bundles Of tumbIed draperies
that marked the way significantly.
avoiding them where the moonlight
illuminated brightly. and riding
over them in the deep hoIlows,
where once Raoul's horse stumbled
badly and nearly fell, recovering
himself with Wild scramble, and
the vicomte heard the dead mans