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taineers looked with secret awe upon thi.
man whom no weapon could harm, and NJ
peril dismay.
But the end came at last. A sharp, sudden
pang shot through his left side-a sick dizzi
ness overpowered him-the black rock an(
the rolling smoke, and the eddy of struggling
figures, swan before him in mist-thert
was rushing, roaring solnd in his ears-ant
he fell heavily to the earth.
CHAPTER Untrue TO THE LAST.
When st. Clair regained consciousness, he
was too weak and weary to take much note
of his surroundings. His chief feeling was
one of overpowering exhaustion, mixed will
| a vague sense of having lain insensible fol
weeks or even months since the fatal day O.
Koord- Cabul. Little by little he began to no
tice that he lying upon cushioned
couch in large, high roofed chamber, thu
wolves and tigers mingled with pointed
helmets, silver. hilted yataghans and long
mountain rifles.
Through narrow loop-hole in the wall
which revealed its immense thickness, he
caught glimpse of a smooth green valley fa1
below, dappled with clustering trees, among
| which a tiny stream sparkled in the sunlight
"a sufficient proof how long time must
have elapsed since the gloomy winter morn
ing OF the great battle.
| At that moment light step caught his ear
and, looking around, he beheld once more the
long dark hair and lustrous eyes of Guleyaz
He was about to speak, but she sighed te
him to be silent.
1.-The angel of death still hovers over you
and you must beware. l will tell you all you
wish to know. The FERN ghees are slain
every man, and the coward whom they set ur
as our king has fled for his life They who
struck you down were men OF another tribe
who knew nothing of my fathers pledge; bu1
our people recognized you among the fallen
and brought you away-and here, in the halls O.
Kara-Dagh, you are safe as beneth the shadow
ofthe prophets tomb"
The word Kara Dagh" BLACK mountain
was revelation to St. Clair.
There was no further room for doubt. Etc
was prisoner in the mountain STRONGHOLD o.
Akbar Khan himself!
Day succeeded dayand the wounded officer
thanks to his own native vigor as well as the
untiring care of his charming nurse, began to
shake OFT the fatal torpor which had held him
down so long.
After a while he was able to leave his
couch, and supported by the arm of Guleyaz,
the battlements, where he sat for hours drink
ing In the life-giving mountain breeze, and
teastlng his eyes upon the glorious panor-
anna below.
From Guleyaz herself he has learned that
her father was himself in the stronghold;
and the reluctance with which she gave the
information required to his memory more
than once.
The reason Of these precautions was at
length explained by piece of news which
made his heart leap, when the careless talk of
two sentinels brought it to his ears, viz, that
second English army was advancing into
Afghanistan to avenge the destruction of it's
predecessors.
No living creature is more thoroughly ac-
cessible to female influence than a stron o
man suddenly made helpless; and Herbert,
with the princess, arm supporting his weary
head, and her musical voice repeating some
stirring native war-song or romantic Eastern
legend, was happier than he had ever been
amid the rush and carnage of the battle field.
But this pleasing dream was destined to a
sudden and awful awakening.
One morning when st. Cair's strength was
so completely restored that thoughts of es-
cape had already begun to haunt him, Guile
yaz rose to leave him much before her usual
time, with long, lingering, beseeching look,
which her last words terribly explained:
The Feringhee warriors are or their march
hither, and my father is angry, This day he
will send for you, and, oh, beware of offending
him, for your own sake-and mine"
An hour later, the curtain that hid his door
was lifted, and a deep voice sald
Follow US, Ingleez. The khan calls for
you.
Led by his guards, st. Clair traversed a
seemingly endless passage, and entereda wide
hall, around which stood a. line of armed
Afghans, motionless as statues
In the center sat the prjcipal chiefs of the
tribe, and midmost ofall the stately figure
of Alibar himself, in all the splendor OF
barbaric adornment, with the folds of his
JeWeled turban Overshadowing the fierce
black eyes that had never known fear or
mercy
AS the prisoner entered Guleyaz (who was
seated beside her father shot one rapid glance
at him, as if to bid him remember her warn
ing, and then cast her eyes down as before
Ihere was momentary pause, and the
Akbar spoke:
"Feringhee, you are brave warrior, and as
chief speaks with chief, SO will I speak with
you. We have slain many OF the Ingleez,
and their brethren are angry. War is at our
gates, and we need every good sword that will
fight for us: Hear me; we have fought with
you as an enemy-we now embrace you as
friend. You have been valiant and we respect
your yalor; YOU have been kind, and we are
grateful for your kindness. Dwell among us,
fight In our ranks, call yourself an Afghan in
stead of Feringhee-and my wealth shall be
your wealth, and will be your father, and my
daughter shall be your BRIDE"
For one moment the brave mans pulse
had so often looked love into his own rested
on him imploringly. Few men could have
met that glance unmovd; while, on the other
hand, he knew that to refuse such an offer
from such man would be rushing upon GER
tain death, in the cruelest folm that Afghan
the terrible temptation, the English heart
within him beat true as ever. He looked
fearlessly into the merciless eyes that watch.
ed him, and his voice never wayered as he re-
piled:
prince, you have spoken plainly, and ]
thank you. Your offers are great; but were
you to offer me the Afghan crown itself, you
his faith and take the hand of a traitor and a
murderer. DO your worst-I defy pou!"
Even the iron men around him shuddere
to hear such words addressed to their terrible
leader, and the daring speech was followed
by dead and awful silence.
A momemtary spasm of rage shook the
princes granite hewn face, succeeded bv 8
look Of stern and reluctant admiration-th
savage's instructive admiration of courage
even in mortal enemy. He spoke atlength
with calmness more deadly than the loudes1
anger:
-. 1T is enough-take him away"
The guards led forth the captive; an6
mingling with their heavy tramp came the
doomed mans last WORDS:
"God save old Englandp'
The silence OF midnight brooded over the
| ancient palace, when the gloom of the dun
geon into which st. Glare had been cast was
| broken by sudden light.
Before him, white and rigid as corpse in
the spectral glare of her lamp, stood Guleyaz
with her fingers pressed warningly to he1
lips. In silence she held out to him the tunit
| and gaudy turban of an Afghan warrior, sig
nifying TO him to put them on
! He obeyed mechanically, like one in
dream, and the moment the disguise was
complete she led him hastily to the door.
Outstreached on the floor outside lay the
sentinel, evidently Supplied oy some power
full narcotic, by whom administered Herber
could easily guess.
Pausing moment to assure herself that al
was still in the castle, Guleyaz went straight
| to the end of the passage and onened a SIN ii