There's her mother waiting at home, and I--" She clasped her thin hands together in the agony of her thoughts.
"Put your hand out under your dust-cloak," said Belmont, sidling his camel up against hers.

"Don't miss your grip of it.

There! Now hide it in your dress, and you'll always have a key to unlock any door." Miss Adams felt what it was which he had slipped into her hand, and she looked at him for a moment in bewilderment.

Then she pursed up her lips and shook her stern, brown face in disapproval.

But she pushed the little pistol into its hiding-place, all the same, and she rode with her thoughts in a whirl.