Marching Sands
Gray met her glance steadily. He saw that she was heart and soul with Sir Lionel in the latter's quest, and guessed that his own confession must terminate any possibility of friendship between them.
"Neither," he said gravely. "I have meant to tell you before this. But at first I was so surprised at finding"
"That we guarded our ponies, Captain Gray?" The girl's eyes twinkled and she bit her lip.
"A white woman instead of a Chinaman—I didn't confess, as I should have done."
"But Mirai Khan confessed."
Gray flushed. "I was sent to the desert, Sir Lionel, to find the Wusun. I am employed by the American Exploration Society. And I am going to do my best to get to Sungan—ahead of you, if possible."
The effect of his words was curious. The girl studied him silently. Sir Lionel stroked his blond mustache, plainly ill at ease. Neither seemed surprised.
"So you see," Gray made the statement as blunt as possible, "I am your rival. I meant to tell you before. Naturally, it is my duty to use the information you have given me. But I want to make my position clear before we go any further."
Sir Lionel's first words were not what Gray expected.
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