The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1904-05-21

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something which made his heart leap
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He had no doubt now but that he
had come In sight Of the English
camp. He spurred on, hope lending
him strength and swiftness. ss5.E.=5
In half an hour he was quite close
to the encampment Then he paused,
a strange, uneasy feeling possessing
him. ~. u s:.t5s =.z -. s&s:y.; =. > .,%e
: Could this be his own + camp? It
consisted in the center Of a long zare-
ba, protected by what seemed like a
jungle of mimosa and palm, thickly
.interspersed with half-grass and creep
ers. AS he approached he saw that In
front there was a deep trench and a
stockade. At either end there were
a few tents, not unlike those to which
Cleland was accustomed. ~
He stood still, chilly fear creep
ing over him. Suddenly, as if they
had sprung out of the ground, two tall
figures stood. one on either side of
him, and two immense brown hands
gripped each one of his arms -. :.
Cleland turned quickly towards one
of his assailants, and saw a tall, dusky
figure, clad in dark and dirty Glib
beh," or upper garment, loose draw
ers, and on it's head piece of rolled
cloth, somewhat resembling the Turk
ish turban. The face beneath was
dark and sinister. '-.'
Cleland could no longer have any
doubt on the subject. He was in the
hands of the enemy!
He had sufficient knowledge of the
language to explain.
Where are you taking me? am
an innocent mani"
Cursed be all Christian dogs and
infidels!" exclaimed one OF his cap
tors. allah il Allah! You are a spy.
and the Khalifa will hang you, as he
has hung others!"
Are you taking me to the Khalifa?''
exclaimed Cleland, only able to under
stand half OF what was said.
The man made brief assent, and
then, pointing his lance at Cleland's
breast, made him come on.
There was really nothing else for it
but to allow himself to be led forward,
and Cleland submitted without any
resistance.
He was dragged on by his captors.
whose savage looks and tones showed
clearly that they had no feeling save
that of bitter hatred against the man
who wore the dress of the hated Eng
lish infidel. In few moments Gle
land found himself entering the zareba
by means of>an> epehing concealed be-
hind brushwood and mimosa-thorn.
Inside the Zareba he was dragged
across pits and trenches, between lines
of fierce-faced, gloomy eyed dervishes,
who sprang to their feet, lance in
hand, past huts, donkeys and tethered
camels, on to a central hut, which he
guessed must be that of the Khalifa.
The door was open, and the next
moment he found himself in the pres
ence of the ruler of the Soudan, the
man who had such terrible reason to
hate the accursed white race-ac-
cursed both for their unbelief and for
their determined attempts to over
throw his power.
A straw mat lay on the floor in the
center of the hut; on this reclined the
Khalifa. He looked up as his soldiers
entered with. their prisoner, but made
no attempt to rise.
Cleland met a pair of cold, merci-
less black eyes, set in a thin, dark
face, keen as an eagles, and as cruel,
without wincing or wavering. The
Khalifa waved his hand towards his
men, who began an excited grafton,
most of which Cleland could not un-
derstand; but one word he could
make out, and that was spy"
Go be continued.)
Delicate Sur1ical ODerati0n.