“Mais si j’avais su—”
The dragoman pointed out to him the terrible weather they had experienced, and how glad he had been to find shelter in Laghouat.
“Oui, Sidna, vous êtes maintenant au comble de regrets, mats pour rien au monde vous n’auriez fait ces étapes vers le sud.”
Owen felt that the man was right, though he would not admit it; the camels themselves could hardly have been persuaded to undertake another day’s march; his horse—well, the vultures might have been tearing him if he had persevered, so instead of going off in one of his squibby little rages, which would have made him ridiculous, Owen suddenly grew sad and invited the hunter to drink with him, and it was arranged that as soon as the wind dropped the quest for Tahar should be pursued.
He would be found in an oasis not
