She knew now; and she was certain that her eyes had told him as frankly as any words would have done; and she fell into his stride, strangely embarrassed and not a little frightened.

The firm grasp of his hand as here and there he steadied her sent a thrill of exquisite pleasure through her.
Love! She laughed softly; and he stopped and eyed her in astonishment.
"What is it ?" "Nothing," she answered.
But she went on with the thought which had provoked her laughter.
Love! Danger all about, unseen, hidden; misery in the foreground, and perhaps death beyond; her father back in chains, to face she knew not what horrors, and yet she could pause by the wayside and think of love! "There was something," he insisted.

"That wasn't happy laughter.

What caused it ?" "Some day I will tell you--if we live." "Live ?" Then he laughed.
And she was not slow to recognize the Homeric quality of his laughter.
"Kit, I am going to get you and your father out of all this, if but for one thing." "And what is that ?" curious in her turn.
"I'll tell you later." And there the matter stood.
The journey to the village proved frightfully exhausting.

The two were in a sorry plight when they reached the well.
The camel men were overjoyed at the sight of them.