Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-02-10
THE CALL FROM
90 THE DESERT -


and Marjorie stole from her tent and
came noiselessly toward him.
rs he there?" she whispered, laying
her hand on Aymere's sleeve. rs he
there?"
Yes" he answered. Il am going
back to set him free. You will remain
here. Abu Yussef and Reggie will ac-
company me-"
Soon the three men were gone, and
the camel drivers had lain down again
to continue their slumbers. for Mario
rie had volunteered to play the senti-
mel She stood there in the silver moon
light-a tall, slim figure-and watched
the rescuers go upon their way. She
glanced around upon the sleeping camel
drivers, hesitated a moment, then set
off swiftly in pursuit of the rescuers.
She halted now and then, and hid be-
hind rocks and boulders, lest they
might turn and see her.
The three men reached their goal at
ward, then she heard a peculiar whis-
tie. Aymere was giving his old signal.
Then came a rasping noise as though
some one was using a file. She crouch
ed, listening, and then just below her
and coming up the slope she beheld a
white-robed figure, carrying; what ap-
peared to be long gun or spear.
Trembling, she gripped her heavy re-
,,oIyar In ber slender fingers
The man came noiselessly up the
slope. She now saw that his weapon
was a long rifle, and so closely did she
crouch against the wall in rhe shadow
that he never dreamed that a woman
was within six feet Of him.
A bar came falling from The window
then another. Rolfe, the captive, had
frantic efforts to get rid of his chains.
At last those who waited saw his face
been given a file, and was making
again.
Free! am free!" he croaked.
Help me down."
Gomez" said Aymere.
Rolfe by a desperate effort, scram-
bled from his horrible dungeon half
way through the window.
Suddenly a tall figure in white rose
from the ground, and the long barrel
of a Moorish rife was pointed straight
at the wretch who had So nearly re-
gained his liberty.
Crack Crack!
The Moor, his rifle undischarged,
gave q hoarse cry, spun round, and
dropped in a heap. A woman came
running to the rescuers. her revolver
smoking in her hand.
"Marjorie!" cried Aymere. "You!"
Look OUT" exclaimed Reggie.
Rolfe, desperately wild for freedom,
had striven to leap down from the
window. Aymere and Abu Yussef leap
ed to break his fall, but it was Aymere
who half lifted him again to his feet.
Then he struggled like g. mad man
from the captains grip, and with one
of his horrible laughs struck him in the
face.
Aymere reeled, and Rolfe at that i'll
slant snatched the revolver from Mar
jorie's hand.
With a frenzied howl, he fired point
blank at Aymere. Marjorie gave
scream and knocked the barrel up
ward.
"Ah! You, too!" snarled Rolfe. I'll
kill you BOTH"
There was a convulsive movement Of
the white figure that lay but few
feet from the others, cry Of warning
from Marjorie, and the sound of a shot
rang through the night. The Moor
even in his death agony, had gripped
his long gun and fired at his prisoner.
The revolver dropped from Rolfe's
hand, he pitched forward and fell
sprawling at Aymere's feet, shot
through the heart.
For a while a great silence reigned.
dead Moor, Aymere and Reggie were
bending over Rolfes body, and Mar
jorie, little apart from the rest, stood
shuddering.
Presently Aymere took her hand.
Come" he said, "let US go. He is
dead. And look, the dawn is breaking.
We must go back-back over the
mountains while there is time. If we
wait it may be too late"
Soon the caravan started on it's way
across the mountains, the full glory Of
dawn burst upon the desert.
Marjorie and Aymere rode side by
side in silence, a strange and wonder
| full peace reigning in their hearts. and
in their eyes the love-light shone.