He looked round the great room slowly. "We have done our best," he said.
"I need not have failed, if there had been no treachery. . . ."
"If it hadn't been for Nahoum!"
David raised his head. Supreme purpose came into his bearing. A grave
smile played at his lips, as he gave that quick toss of the head which
had been a characteristic of both Eglington and himself. His eyes shone-a
steady, indomitable light. "I will not give in. I still have hope. We are
few and they are many, but the end of a battle has never been sure. We
may not fail even now. Help may come from Cairo even to-morrow."
"Say, somehow you've always pulled through before, Saadat. When I've been
most frightened I've perked up and stiffened my backbone, remembering
your luck. I've seen a blue funk evaporate by thinking of how things
always come your way just when the worst seems at the worst."
David smiled as he caught up a small cane and prepared to go. Looking out
of a window, he stroked his thin, clean-shaven face with a lean finger.
Presently a movement in the desert arrested his attention.
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