As we ate, conversation turned upon the annoying persistency of Eastern guides, and reference was made to the exciting circumstances attending the engagement of Amshar, the guide of Mrs.
Falchion's party.

Among a score of claimants, Amshar had had one particular opponent--a personal enemy--who would not desist even when the choice had been made.

He, indeed, had been the first to solicit the party, and was rejected because of his disagreeable looks.

He had even followed the trap from the Port of Aden.

As one of the gentlemen was remarking on the muttered anger of the disappointed Arab, Mrs.Falchion.
said: "There he is now at the gate of the garden." His look was sullenly turned upon our party.