But the shikari neither spoke nor altered the regularity of his face.

Hillyard put no question in consequence.

The Arab was ten days' journey from the nearest village and, even so, his back was turned towards it.

He was moving from solitude into solitude still more silent and remote.

It was impossible.
Hillyard's eyes were playing him false.
He shut them for an instant and opened them again, thinking that the vision would have gone.