They had learned their lessons; no more carelessness, nothing but the sharpest vigilance from now on.
One day, as the pony caravan made a turn round a ragged promontory, they suddenly paused.

Perhaps twenty miles to the west lay the emerald tinted Persian Gulf.

The colonel slipped off his horse, dragged Kathlyn from hers, and began to execute a hornpipe.

He was like a boy.
"The sea, Kit, the sea! Home and Winnie; out of this devil's cauldron! You will come along with us, Bruce ?" "I haven't anything else to do," Bruce smiled back.
Then he gazed at Kathlyn, who found herself suddenly filled with strange embarrassment.

In times of danger sham and subterfuge have no place.