New-York tribune., 1905-01-22

and dragged out one NOSiOid AAS"i'N
from its shade. though he clung to the
rocks and strove to hold his own.
Then a woman slipped out OF Chaos
small and slender and dark; but gaily
dressed and yelled She brought sher-
bets from the waterfalls and fed the
guards, since they had watched well
Something drove the scarlet mist away,
and Hewitt. in returning intelligence.
saw that partly his fancies had been
real. The smooth sherbets were GER
tainly slipping between the appreclatIve
lips of the Chiefs men, who found added
spice in the prisoners tortured glance
The Moorish girl famed the leader,
with whom she evidently was coquett1ng
Better a thousand times than wine.
she was SAYING; for our Lord would Kill
thee vert thou drunk Az di mi! what
if he should find thee sleeping, Eat
ices to thy hearts content, but no VINE
Look not on the Frank. Let him roast
Thou wilt be all the cooler.
"Confound you'll" said the American
thickly, and would have added more, e<-
cept dust eddy silenced him.
But beholdl soon he had exchanged the
sands for the shade of a rock, and some
one was bathing his face with chunks
of lemon sherbet. and imploring him to
Awake and rise!"
Copious drafts of water and shade can
do much when the suns power has not
gone too far The pain had produced
light-headedness but there had been no
sunstroke, and sooner than the disguised
gamin, Hafz, could have hoped Hewitt
was sitting up and looking intelligently
at his guards. who lay in drugged sleep.
Hahz grinned broadly, shaking of the
skirts he had worn so deity. Thick
skulled sons of she-asses!' he observed
scornfully Quick, master, array thy
self in that tall fellows garb, and let us
make haste to Tangier. A fig for our
lives, if we make not the more speed! |
have a horse who will bear double easily"
The American put out his strong hand
and caught that of the gamin in crush
ing clasp God only knows how much
owe youl" he said.
Thou canst pay as thou wilt when
Tangier is reached" grinned the Moor
Meanwhile we must ride
with all speed to the city-to the woman
for whom thou hast rislled all. and who
planned thy rescue and sent me here.
She talks only of thee now. She knows
all, and loves thee"
"She knows-she loves me" re-
peated Hewitt stupidity. And l can't
return to herI | must go back to the
that he is! "
Back to him? Has the heat driven
thee mad in earnest ,"
It's clear enough to keep me straight,
lad, though it hurts like the very deuce
And let me tell you, I'm mighty glad of
the chance of dying a mans death
Here's a bit of charcoal one of those
fellows was using to make a nice little
sketch of me on the rocks; I'll send a
note on a piece of my Moorish sleeve to
the Rylands | don't lack for money in
Tangier. and they'll pay you enough to
set you up in any business you fancy
And see here Hafz. you tell Miss Ran
dolph not to bother about this. Any
fellow would have done it for her"
Tears of mingled rage and distress
welled from the lads eyes. g Is it for
this, h. sobbed. that | cleaned thy
dirty face with costly sherbets?"
I'm not sure it's clean" said the
American gravely q" 1t feels sticky, and
the lemon smarts like the deuce"
Thou art gone absolutely mad, an
easy thing to do, seeing thou ComeSt of a