Chapter 15: The Hawwara

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​⁠Automatically Danbazzar’s hand dropped to his hip, the first intimation Barry had of the fact that he carried arms; then:

“All right!” cried Barry, and stepped out of the shadow, conscious of an almost ridiculous sense of relief.

But, for a moment, Danbazzar did not move.

“What are you doing here!” he demanded—for it was less a question than a demand.

Barry experienced a momentary vague resentment.

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​⁠“If