Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-08-15
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Illustrations b. I
COPYRIGHT 1911 ~ BOZ
He Yelt himSelf being lifted to hIs
feet. The rope round his ankles was
thrown OF. His feet stnng under the
renewed flow Of blood. He waited for
them to liberate his hands, but the
CALLING rope was not disturbed. It
was evident that tho natives still en-
tertained some respect for his fighting
ability. Next. they boosted him. flung
leg here and . leg there; then came
q lurch backward, the recurrence OF
the pain in his side. and hs knew that
he was upon tho back Of q camel. des-
ert.bound. There were stirrups. and
AZ life began to spread vigor once
more through his legs. he found the
steel. The straps were too short, and
In time the upper turn of the steel
chafed his insteps. He eased himself
BY riding sidewise. tho proper way
to ride camel. but with constant
straining to keep his balance without
the use Of his hands. Fortunately,
they were not travelling very fast. 9th.
erwise, what with the stabbing pains
in his side. produced By the unvarying
dog.trot, no must have fallen. He
was miserable. yet defiant: tears OF
anger and pain filled his eyes and
burned down his cheeks In spite OF
the cloth.
And he. poor fool, had always been
longing for an adventure taste OF
life outside the peaceful harbor whore.
in he had sailed his cat-boat! Well,
here he was. In the deep-sea water;
and he read himself 20 truly that he
knew the adventure he had longed for
had been the cut-and-dried affairs Of
story-tellers. in which only the vii.
lains were seriously disconnected.
and everything ended happily. A
dashing hero he was. to be sure!
Why hadn't he changed his clothes?
Was there ever such an ass? Ryanne
had told him that there was likely to
be sport; and yet he had left the ho-
tel as one dressed for the opera. Ass!
And tomorrow the Ludwig would sail
without him.
The wind blew cold against his
chest, and the fact that he could mel.
Their see, nor use his tongue to moist
en- his bruised lips. added to the dis.
comforts. Back and forth he swayed
and rocked. The pain in his side was
gradually minimized by the torture
bearing upon his ankles. his knees.
ac.oEs hts shoulders. Finally, when
in duh despair he was about to give
up and slide on, Indifferent whether
the camels following trampled him or
not, a halt was called. II xteadied
him. Some one reached up and un
Ted the thong that strangled the life
in his hands. Forward again. This
was a tribe better. He could now
ease himself with his hands. No one
interfered with him when he tore OF
the bandages over his eyes and
mouth, The clmels we're now urged
to swifter pace.
Egyptian night, well called, he
thought. He could discern nothing
but phantom-like grey silhouettes that
bobbed up and down after the fashion
Of corks upon water. Before him and
behind him: how many camels made
up the caravan he could not tell He
could hear the faint slip-slip AZ the
beasts shufned forward in the hne
heavy sand. They were well out into
the desert, but what desert was as
yet mystery. He had forgotten to
keep the points Of the compass In his
mind. And to pick out his bearings
by any particular star was to him no
more simple than translating Chinese.
Far, far away behind he saw lumi.
nous pallor In the sky, the reflected
lights Of Cairo. And only few hours
ago he had complained to the head.
waiter because Of the bits Of cork
floating in his glass Of wine. All. for
the dregs Of that bottle now; warmth.
revival, new courage! Curse
the lucki There went one Of his
pumps. He called out. The man nd
ing in front and leading Georges
camel merely gave yank at the rope.
The camel responded with q cough
and quickened gait.
Presently George became aware q
a singular fact: that he could see out
Of one eye better than the other;
and that the semi-useless orb shot out
little stars with every beat Of his
heart. One Of his ears, too, began to
throb and burn. He felt Of It. It was
less like an ear than q mushroom. 1t
had been q rafting good mix-up. any.
how; and he accepted the knowledge
rather proudly that the George Perci'
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