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SEALED LIPS. 163 she thought that the time would come when she could not lie. CHAPTER XVIII. AMONG THE ARABS. A rider, clothed in light colored flannel, with fawn-colored leather boots and an Indian helmet, was climbing the slight slope which incloses the southern part of the chalky plains of Bel-Abbes. The majestic Arab, who served as guide, was as- tonished to see a Frenchman capable of going for hours without speaking a word; but as they traveled — Mohammed felt great admiration for the vigorous energy and equestrian skill of his companion. Dis- daining the hot, burning road, they spurred their horses straight on before them, as if in an open desert, through the labyrinth of entangled bushes. Patrice O’Farrell will be no more tired when he reaches the station, fifteen leagues distant (they have already traveled half the distance) than he was after his stormy sea-voyage. A trip like this was mere play for this man, who has been tossed about on the Indian Ocean for weeks at a time, who had gone hundreds of miles by means of the most atrocious of transports, an elephant’s back. Nevertheless, in comparison with the frightful overwhelming lassitude that oppressed his heart, GEOmichboo KH |