The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1912-12-26

There was a long way to go, and
Mahomed was too wise and cautious
to congratulate himself at this early
stage. George was thereupon trussed
up like a Christmas fowl ready for
the oven. They wrapped him up IN
the burnouse and carried him out to
the closed carriage in waiting. No
one in the street seemed curious. No
one in the English-Bar deemed 1t nee
essary to be. Whatever happened In
this resort had long been written in
the book of fate. Had white man
approached to inquire what was going
on, Mahomed would have gravely
whispered that 1t was case OF
plague they were hurrying away to
prevent interference by the English
authorities.
Once George was snug inside the
! carriage, it was driven off at a run
toward the tombs Of the caliphs. AS
the roads were not the levelest, the
vehicle went most Of the way upon
two wheels. Mahomed sat beside his
victim, watchful and attentive. His
intention was to take him no far
ther than the outskirts Of the city,
force him to send back to the hotel
duly credited messenger for the
rug, after which he would turn George
adrift, with the reasonable assurance
that the young man would find some
one to guide him back to the hotel.
After while he observed that George
had recovered and was grimly fighting
the imprisoning ropes.
"You will need your strength" in
terposed Mahomed gently. III take
the cloth from your mouth, will you
promise not to cry out?" There was
an affirmative nod, and Mahomed un-
tied the bandage Listen. l mean
you no harm. II you will send to the
hotel for the Holy Yhiordes, you will
be liberated the moment 1t is put into
my hands"
GO to the deuce!" snapped George,
still dizzy. The lighting mood hadn't
evaporated, by any means. you
KNOW WuSIS IL 10 peIlCA imam l. Nv
this was Mahomed?
"Fool!" cried the other, shaking
George roughly.
Easy there! had the rug, but
it was stolen this afternoon" He was
very weak and tired. And If had
1t, shouldn't give it to you," with
renewed turbulence; 'and you may
put that in your water-pipe and smoke
it."
Mahomed, no longer pacific, struck
George violently upon the mouth. He,
on his part, was unknightly enough to
attempt to sink his teeth in the bru-
tai hand. Queer fancies fit through
mans head in times like this; for the
Intellectually of the bite reminded
him of Hallowe'ens and the tubs with
the bobbing apples. One thing was
certain: he would kill this pagan the
very first opportunity. Rather a
startling metamorphosis in the char
acter of a man whose life had been
passed in the peacefulest environ
ments. And to kill him without the
least compunction, too. To strike
man who couldn't help himself!
Hey there!" he yelled. Help for
q white mani" After such treatment
he considered 1t anything but dishon-
orable to break his parole. And where
was Ryanne? "Help!"
Mahomed swung his arm round
NnnrunIo nnolY ond Tho third In
gan with gurgle and ended with
sigh. Deity, the Arab rebandaged
the prisoners mouth. So be it. He
had had his chance for freedom; now
he should drink to the bottom of the
bitter cup, along with the others. He
had no real enmity against George;
he was simply one of the pawns in
the game he was playing. But now he
saw that there was danger in liberat-
ing him. The other! Mahomed ca
ressed his wiry beard. To subject
him to the utmost mental agony; to
break him physically, too; to pay him
back pound for pence; to bruise, to
hurt, to rack him, that was all Ma.
homed desired.
George made no further effort to
free himself, nor apparently to bestir
himself about the future. Somewhere
in the fight, presumably as he fell
against the table, he had received a
crushing blow in the small ribs; and
when Mahomed threw him back, he
for the second time in his life
He reclined Imply in the corner of
the carriage, the bosom of his shirt
bulging open; for the thrifty Arabs
had purloined the pearl-studs, the
gold collar-buttons, and the sapphire
cuff-links. And consciousness re-
turned only when they lifted him out
opd dronnad him inconsideratelV into