Harry Luttrell had said his last word concerning Stella Croyle.

Of that he was sure and was glad, though Stella's tear-stained face would rise up between his eyes and the water of the Nile.

Sooner or later Harry Luttrell would come home, bearing his sheaves, and then he would marry amongst his own people; and a new generation of Luttrells would hold their commissions in the Clayfords.

He had said his last word concerning Stella Croyle.
But Hillyard was wrong.

For in the dark of the morning, when he had bestridden his donkey and given the order for his caravan to march, he was hailed by Luttrell's voice.