must go at once!"
Almost, Billie sighed out her intense relief in words; but she had just presence of mind and self-control enough to hold them back. Gently she took the telegram from him, and he let her do it. Meanwhile, however, she had slipped the ring on to her own finger--but not the engaged finger. Evidently this was no time for an announcement, or congratulations and sensations. But it was just as well to have the blue diamond safe on one's hand, even if it were the right hand instead of the left.
* * * * *
"'Your mother dangerously injured in motor accident,'" she read. "'Asking to see you. Come without delay. Reeves.'"
* * * * *
"Oh, how very sad!" breathed Billie. "How awful if she should be disfigured! But I do hope not."
Doran did not remember to thank his love for her solicitude. He got up, not frozen now, but a little dazed. It occurred to Billie that he had never looked so handsome, so much a man. She felt that he was gathering himself together
An outstanding book for those who enjoy a well crafted plot and a richly detailed setting (Algeria and the Saharan Desert). The authors (yes, two of them--husband and wife-Charles Norris Williamson should also be in the byline) actually traveled three times to the North African locations where this book takes place and interviewed several actual members of the Foreign Legion. It is a classic tale of romance and adventure with the Foreign Legion as a backdrop.