CHAPTER XII.
A DESERT VENGEANCE 1.
Quest was the first the next morning to open his eyes, to grope his way through the tent opening and stand for a moment alone, watching the alabaster skies.

Away eastwards, the faint curve of the blood-red sun seemed to be rising out of the limitless sea of sand.

The light around him was pearly, almost opalescent, fading eastwards into pink.

The shadows had passed away.

Though the sands were still hot beneath his feet, the silent air was deliciously cool.