I think he had not seen Martin; had believed that I was alone.
"We put out the fire, moved farther into the shadow of the trees.

But I could not sleep--I sat hour after hour, my pistol in my hand," she patted the automatic in her belt, "my rifle close beside me.
"The hours went by--dreadfully.

At last I dozed.

When I awakened again it was dawn--and--and--" she covered her eyes, then: "TWO men were looking down on me.

One was he who had stood in the firelight." "They were talking," interrupted Ventnor again, "in archaic Persian." "Persian," I repeated blankly; "archaic Persian ?" "Very much so," he nodded.