Chapter 22
THE REFUGEE'S RETURN Sabatini's attitude of indolence lasted only until they had turned from the waterway into the main river. Then he sat up and pointed a little way down the stream. "Can you cross over somewhere there?" he asked. Arnold nodded and punted across towards the opposite bank. "Get in among the rushes," Sabatini directed. "Now listen to me." Arnold came and sat down. "You don't mean to tire me," he remarked. Sabatini smiled. "Do you seriously think that I asked you to bring me on the river for the pleasure of watching your prowess with that pole, my friend?" he asked. "Not at all. I am going to ask you to do me a service." Arnold was suddenly conscious that Sabatini, for the first time since he had known him, was in earnest. The lines of his marble-white face seemed t
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