New-York tribune., 1910-06-19

SuTgentS TO prevent their concentrating 1Or
another effort.
He resumed his march until another series
OF shouts again took him to a point where he
might see. Another body Of men was head
ing outward. and almost Immediately a third
squadron swung abruptly off toward the
broad ford taking with it two OF the machine
guns, strapped on the backs of mules, while
an artillery wagon struggled behind. The
camp was being rapidly reduced. The bat
tlefeld Of the morning still looked CHASTITY
in the late afternoon sun. Men in the uni
form Of the Sultan army were moving over
the many acres strewn with victims. A
wounded horse was lifting its head, and Dick
saw one Of the troopers, after glanc1ng fur
lively around, put an end to the animal
misery and hurry away. He did not appre-
Ciate this act Of humanity until later, when
he was to learn that ii is against the MOslem
creed to Kill any dumb brute, and that his
tory was only too full of battles wherein
wounded animals were left to the mercy OF
God alone.
He returned to the immediate front of the
tent, where the subdued whisper continued,
and there was another long wait while the
sun dropped into the west. He heard shouted
commands outside and knew that some new
formation was being effected. Even the
noise of movement ceased before the kald
reappeared. With him came four subordl-
nate Kaids, their shimmerlng sllken gar
ments showing the effects of the days fierce
campaign. and each was leading a horse.
Dicks orderly appeared with his mount also
and, taking his example from the others, he
stood in readiness.
The tent door was slipped back by two
gorgeously clad slaves whom he surnlsed to
have been personal attendants Of his Maj
estv. He gave a gasp Of something APP
preaching horror when, led by gigantic
Moor. a white horse walked out carrying
none other than the Sultan. Beside him
rode a man who hoisted huge red UNI
hreIla. A slave ran beside him, waving
silken scarf as if to keep the flies away, and
the officers sprang into their saddles as the
Grand Vizir promptly lowered his hood
DICK. obeving a hurried gesture from
II Clarke. mounted and spurred his horse
closely into the group As if the men at the
wall ike inclosure had previously been sta
toned at the guy ropes, 1t fell IN one hutter-
ing mass to the ground
The roval band shrilled out into WelId
march suggesting some 1uDlia1t song ol 'iIe
desert and they moved forward. l ne troops
had been rnassed into an immense hollow
square. leaving open, like a broad channel, |
: he road to FeZ. All had been at attention.
Now they came TO the regulation salute anu
unable to suppress their enthusiasm, DulSt
intoloud shouts. Straight through this chan
mel the Sultan passed, his garments swayng
rllvthmicallv with the stride Of the horse,
For what seemed to Dick an 1nterininaDle
ape. they passed down this lane OF IVln9
men. who saluted the rigid figure OF what
but few hours before had been the Com
nander Of the Faithful and the Sword OF the
Prophet His own horse was abreast lll5
Kaid's mount, and now and then pIahceu
restlesslv to one side. The umbrella bearer
The slave whirling the white scarf, and the
four veteran Moors, riding close beside the
dead Sultan, seemed all part OF a dream; lne
Grand Vizir, bent and staring at his saddle
Dommel unreal. He glanced across at kmd
Clarke. who rode with eyes rowing restlessly |
from side to side as if seeking to surprise
some sign Of knowledge in those who lifted
sabers as they passed
1t was hard for him to appreciate IN that
moment Of tensity that the snewy Engllsh-
man, riding 50 lightly IN the rear OF the Iei
&, he moment master Ol |