The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-07-20
with inferior nations. Come, now.

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where's :he mate?'
Rad spread his hands helplessly.
See here! It's no use your trying that
game. You know that want Murray,
my mate?"
''Savyy plenty"
"rhen hand him out and let me get
away back on board"
NO got" said Rad ell Moussa; mo
cam
Now, look here, mister said Cap
tain Kettle. I've paid you honestly
for justice, and if l don't have it III
start in pulling down your old town
straight away. Give up the mate, Rad.
and let us get back peacefully to my
steamboat or by James I'll let loose
wild earthquake here. If you want
battle, murder and sudden death. Mr..
Rad ell Moussa, just you play monkey
tricks with me, and you'll get 'em
cheap. Cadi. are you? Then, by
James. you start in without further
talk and give me the justice that I've
bought and paid for"
Though this TRADE was in an alien
tongue. Rad ell Moussa caught the drift
from Captain Kettles accompanying
gesticulations. which supplied a run
ming translation as he went on Rad
saw that his visitor meant business
and signed that he would go out and
fetch the imprisoned mate Forthwith.
No you don't" said Kettle prompt
ly. IF your worship once left here,
might have trouble in finding you
again. know how easy it is to hide
in a warren like this town of yours
Send one of your hands with mes
sage"
Now, to convey this sentence the
more clearly, Kettle had put his fingers
on the Arabs clothing. when out fell
a bag of pearls, which came unfasten-
ed. The pearls rolled like peas about
the floor, and the Arab, with gritting
teeth, whipped out a knife. Promptly
Kettle drew also and covered him with
a revolver.
See here" he said, I'm not thief
though perhaps you think l pulled out
that jewelry purse on purpose. 1t was
an accident, Rad, so I'll forgive your
hastiness. But your worship mustn't
pull out cutlery on me. III not stand
that from any man living. That's right
put it up. Back goes the pistol into its
pocket, and now we're friends again
Pick up the pearls yourself. and then
you'll be certain haven't grabbed
any. and then send one of your men
to fetch my mate and do as | want
You're wasting great deal of my
time, Rad ell Moussa. over a very sim
pie job"
The Arab gathered the pearls again
into the pouch and put it back to its
place among his clothes. His face had
grown savage and lowering, but it was
clear that this little spitfire of sailor,
with his handy pistol, daunted him.
Kettle, who read these signs was not
insensibie to the eomep9iimeeqfe t grew If
anything, additionally cautious. He
watched his man with catlike eau
ton, and when Rad called slave and
gave him orders in fluent Arabic he
made him translate his commands
forthwith.
Rad ell Moussa protested that he had
ordered nothing more than the carrying
out of his visitors wishes. But it
seemed to Kettle that he protested just
a trife too vehemently, and his suspi-
cions deepened.
He tapped his pistol in his resting
place and nodded his head meaningly.
you've friends in this town." he said,
land dare say you'll have a goodish
bit of power in your small way. I've
neither. and ! don't deny that if you
bring up all your local army to inter
fere may have toughish fight of it,;
but, whatever happens to me in the
long run. you may take it as straight
from yours truly that you'll go to your
own funeral if trouble starts. So put