. . .
But this does not give a full account of the animation of the khan.
"OH!" said Amanda, rolling over again with the suddenness of
accumulated anger.
"They're worse than in Scutari," said Benham, understanding her
trouble instantly.
"It isn't days and nights we are having," said Benham a few days
later, "it's days and nightmares."
But both he and Amanda had one quality in common. The deeper their
discomfort the less possible it was to speak of turning back from
the itinerary they had planned. . . .
They met no robbers, though an excited little English Levantine in
Scutari had assured them they would do so and told a vivid story of
a ride to Ipek, a delay on the road due to a sudden inexplicable
lameness of his horse after a halt for refreshment, a political
discussion that delayed him, his hurry through the still twilight to
make up for lost time, the coming on of night and the sudden silent
apparition out of the darkness of the woods about the road of a
dozen armed men each protruding a gun barrel. "Sometimes they will
wait for you at a ford or a broken bridge," he said.
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