Chapter
18
TWO THINGS AZIZ HAD LEARNED WITHIN THE COURSE OF A VERY few minutes-two things that might mean to him all the difference in the world between misery and happiness. He could scarcely wait to learn the truth. It seemed that Marie would never be done looking at the silly sea-the happy, laughing, dancing sea. A moment before it had been a sad and weeping sea.
But at last the French girl turned back toward the father's tent. The newcomers were within; so the lionman begged off when Marie urged him to join them, and bidding the girl good-night hastened to his own tent.
His plans were made. He would ride that night, fast and furious, to the douar of Sheik Ali-Es-Hadji. He would know the truth. Evidently there had been a great mistake-the lone horseman had brought him a lie instead
