“That is only my opinion, Miss Adams,” said the Frenchman hastily. “It may be that Colonel Cochrane thinks otherwise.”
“It is Monsieur Fardet’s opinion against that of the officers who have the responsibility of caring for the safety of the frontier,” said the Colonel coldly. “At least we will all agree that they have the effect of making the scene very much more picturesque.”
The desert upon their right lay in long curves of sand, like the dunes which might have fringed some forgotten primeval sea. Topping them they could see the black, craggy summits of the curious volcanic hills which rise upon the Libyan side. On the crest of the low sand-hills they would catch a glimpse every now and then of a tall, sky-blue soldier, walking swiftly, his rifle at the trail. For a moment the lank, warlike figure would be sharply silhouetted against the sky. Then he would dip into a hollow and disappear, while some hundred yards off another would show for an instant and vanish.
“Wherever are they raised?” asked Sadie, watching the moving figures. “They look to me
