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 and to spare, but I would take Roger’s advice about the investments. Mind that!”

“O John, I won’t live without you!” Sorrow for her sorrow broke the strong man down, and he buried his face in the hairy side of her camel. The two of them sobbed helplessly together.

Stephens meanwhile had pushed his way to Sadie’s beast. She saw his worn earnest face looking up at her through the dim light.

“Don’t be afraid for your aunt and for yourself,” said he. “I am sure that you will escape. Colonel Cochrane will look after you. The Egyptians cannot be far behind. I do hope you will have a good drink before you leave the wells. I wish I could give your aunt my jacket, for it will be cold to-night. I’m afraid I can’t get it off. She should keep some of the bread, and eat it in the early morning.”

He spoke quite quietly, like a man who is arranging the details of a picnic. A sudden glow of admiration for this quietly consistent man warmed her impulsive heart.

“How unselfish you are!” she cried. “I never saw any one like you. Talk about saints! There