Traces in the Sand
time Gray was too preoccupied to notice it, but the Kirghiz—as he recalled later—were talking together earnestly, looking frequently in their direction.
The Englishman moved, as he spoke, automatically. He walked by dint of will power. When Gray, knowing the strength of the sun, placed his own hat on the man's head Sir Lionel thanked him mechanically.
It was this quiet of the man that disturbed Gray profoundly. There was something aimless and despairing in his dull movements. Gray, seeing how ill he was, refrained from asking further questions until they were seated in the small patch of shadow. The Kirghiz retired to a neighboring knoll with their rifles.
"It was near here we discovered camel tracks—wild camel tracks."
The words startled Gray, coming on top of the dispute with Mirai Khan that morning.
"Did you lose the caravan?" he exclaimed. "Good Lord, man! Where is Mary?"
"I've lost the caravan," said Sir Lionel. "And Mary as well."
Sudden dread tugged at Gray's heart.
"Where?"
"At Sungan."
Sir Lionel looked up at the American, and Gray saw the pain mirrored in his inflamed eyes.
"Was she with Ram Singh?"
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