? ? ? ? A moment later he had entered among the boles of the trees with his burden, and when safely hidden from the sentry's view lowered the girl to her feet, with a low, "sh-sh," when she would have spoken.
? ? ? ? Then he led her a little farther into the forest, halted beneath a large tree with spreading branches, buckled a cartridge belt and revolver about her waist, and assisted her to clamber into the lower branches.
? ? ? ? "Tomorrow," he whispered, "as soon as I can elude them, I will return for you. Be brave, Lady Greystoke--we may yet escape."
? ? ? ? "Thank you," she replied in a low tone. "You have been very kind, and very brave."
? ? ? ? Werper did not reply, and the darkness of the night hid the scarlet flush of shame which swept upward across his face. Quickly he turned and made his way back to camp. The sentry, from his post, saw him enter his own tent; but he did not see him crawl under the canvas at the rear and sneak cautiously to the tent which the prisoner had occupied, where now lay the dead body of Mohammed Beyd.
? ? ? ? Raising the lower edge of the rear wall, Werper crept within and approached the corpse.
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