The Tupelo journal., 1909-11-19

| find me here, they will kill me first"
You say it, but ! do not believe it.
/ think there is a deep hole in the
passage and that I shall slip into it
and be drowned, for no man could
swim in such a place. / have but one
| life, and / do not care to lose 1t in a
water-rat's trap. You must go in and
lead the way if you wish me to trust
you"
Baraka hesitated and looked at him.
'How can l do this before your"
she asked.
Il will not go alone" the man an
swered, for he suspected foul play.
do as you will"
The girl took from her head the
| large cotton cloth with which she
yelled herself, and folded it and laid
it down on the rock by the pool; then
| she let her outer tunic of thin white
wooden fall to the ground round her
feet and stepped out of it, and folded
it also, and laid it beside her veil, and
she stood up tall and straight as a
young Egyptian goddess in the star.
light, clothed only in the plain shirt
without sleeves which the women Of
the traveller saw her cream-white
arms near him in the soft gloom, and
heard her slip off her light shoes.
Il will go before you," she said;
and she stepped into the pool and
walked slowly through the water.
The traveller followed her as he
was, for he was unwilling to leave
behind him anything he valued, and
what he had was mostly in the peck
cts of his coat, and could not be
much hurt by water. Even his
pressed herbs and flowers would dry
again, his cartridges were quite wa
terproof, his letters were in an i'm
coin. When he entered the pool he
took his revolver from it's place and
he held it above the water in front of
him as he went on. With his other
hand he carried the sack he had
brought, which was n of those that
are made of Bokhara carpet and are
meant to sling OF a camel.
! Baraka was almost up to her neck
in the water when she reached the
other side of the pool; a moment
later she disappeared under the rock,
and the traveller bent his knees to
shorten himself, for there was only
room for his head above the surface,
and he held up his revolver before his
face to keep the weapon dry, and also
to feel his way, lest he should strike
against any jutting projection of the
stone and hurt himself. He counted
the steps he took, and made them as
nearly Is possible of equal length. He
felt that he was walking on perfectly
smooth sand, into which his heavily
shod feet sank a very little. There
was plenty of air, for the gentle
draught followed him from the en-
trance and chilled the back of his
neck, which had got wet; yet it
seemed hard to breathe, and as he
made his way forward his magma
ton pictured the death he must die
if the rock should fall in behind him.
He was glad that the faint odor of Ba-
raka's wet hair came to his nostrils
in the thick darkness, and it was very
pleasant to hear her voice when she
| spoke at last.
TT is not far" she said quietly. II
begin to see the starlight ON the wa
ter"
The passage did not widen or grow
higher as it went on. If it had been
dry, it would have been a c~ommodious
cave, open at each end, wide at the
bottom and narrowing to a sharp
angle above. But the pool was fed by
a spring that never failed nor even
| ebbed, though it must sometimes have
overflowed down the ravine through
which the two had reached the pool.
They came out from under the rock
| at last, and were in the refreshing out
| err air. The still water widened al
most to a circle, a tiny lake at the bot
| tom of a sort of crater of white stone
| that collected and concentrated the
dim light. On two sides there were
| little crescent beaches of snow-white
sand, that cleaned like silver. The
traveller looked about him and upward
/ to see if there was any way of
! climbing up; but as far as he could
make out in the half darkness the
| steep rock was as smooth as If it had
been cut with tools, and it sloped
away at a sharp angle like the sides
of a funnel.
Baraka went up towards the right,
and the bottom shelved, so that pres
| emily the water was down to her
waist, and then she stood still and
| pointed to a dark hollow just above
the little beach. Her wet garment
| chung to her, and with her left hand
she began to wiring the water from her
haid behind her head.
"The rubies are there" she said,
thousands upon thousands of them.
| Fill the sack quickly, but do not take
more than you can carry, for they are
very heavy"
The traveller waded out upon the
beach, and the water from his clothes
ran down in small rivulets and made
little round holes in the white sand.
| He put down his revolver in a dry
| place. and both his hands felt for the
| precious stones in the shadowy hol-
| low, ~loosening small fragments Of a
| sort Of brittle crust in which they
seemed to be clustered.
"You cannot choose" Baraka said,
sfor you cannot see but ! have been
here by daylight and have seen The