She gazed at him as if half comprehending his words, and then the fact of his having returned from the House of the Leopard seemed to overwhelm every other thought, and she murmured, "O Christian, I am afraid of thy God and thee!" She fled back to the black tent.

Timokles' bound hands made but awkward work of eating.

He could hear the voices of the mother and the daughter talking in the mother's tongue, but what they said he knew not.

Would the father or the son learn something about their captive?
The voices hushed within the tent.

The hours of sleep came on.
The night had grown black.