Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-06-05
The Garden of Fate
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tom was so firmly fixed that instead of
blowing out his candle he reached over pair
of sunburned fingers and snuffed it to ex-
tinguishment. The American was enough
of campaigner so that he trusted to the
guard of the sentries, and dropped into such
profound sleep that he did not move until
the cry for morning prayer awakened him.
He lifted himself to his elbow and looked
across at Clarke's cot. 1t was empty. The
sturdy little adventurer had aroused himself
and slipped noiselessly out without disturb
ing him.
Dick stepped to the entrance of his tent
and peeped through the aperture. The
Mussulmans, with faces to the east, were
making their morning prayers. The murmur
of sound came to him in a persistent drone.
The Kaid, looking rested and determined,
was standing near a campfire absorbed in
watching them. Dick stepped back into the
tent, washed his face, donned his clothing,
and then, hearing sounds of activity outside
which indicated that the prayer time was
over joined the Englishman.
Hello" said the latter. mice morning,
eh?"
Dick wondered whether or not beneath
this Unconditional exterior dwelt apprehen-
sion. He took some pride in accepting the
situation as calmly as did the Kaid himself.
L
only hope that you rested as we'll as l did.
But you must have turned out rather early"
The Kaid grinned responsibility. Eyes"
he said, 1 got up to send poor old Sid back
into that dirty nest of rebels to learn all he
can about their plans and whether the gentle
cutthroat Buhammei intends to stay there
for any length of time. Hello! Who's this?"
A TRAVEL stained man dressed as
tribesman and watched by a sentry,
approached and saluted him with the ut
most Difference.
'Ah," the Kaid said in Arabic, "you are
Gellali. and you come from"
"Jeb. Magran."
"Wel?" impatient1y.
ITO tell his Excellency that one Bou Ham,
mel of the tribe of Berber lays claim to the
throne and prepares holy war. The sheiks
are with him. Not village in Tablet but
awaits his call. From Abhari to Agadir they
will answer his summons. Ten thousand
spears will fall on Fez."
The Kaid studied the mans face with inn
passive face. How soon, think your"
How soon?" The man made an ex-
pressive gesture of ignorance. Who can
say? Before the moon wanes, I should
think"
To the surprise of the American, the Kaid
gave MIN unStnted praise Tor his expectancy
in reporting, and then, calling his orderly,
gave instructions that the man, evidently
one of his secret agents, should be provided
for.
did you understand that?" he asked,
turning toward Dick.
''Yes, think So
Sounds promising, doesn't it? This trip
was made none too soon, Buhammei has
been clever, very clever indeed! He is the
first man who has ever stirred up a revolt
since have been here with such quietude
that no one learned of it until it was ripe.
Do you know, personal reasons aside, l
rather like that fellow. We must credit him
with brains.''
He turned abruptly on his heel and walked
back into his tent, leaving the American to
wander through the camp, where faces that
were not unfriendly smiled at him in appar-
ent acceptance of the fact that he was on
their side. The Kaid's orderly summoned
him to the tent and, with an appetite stimu-
lated by the crisp morning air, he entered
and seated himself at little camp table op-
posite his friend. They ate in silence, each
thinking of the danger of their situation,
when they were disturbed by the entrance
of Sidi Suleyman, who stood with fez in hand
in the doorway, waiting for permission to