Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-10-24

uuence, ne mad not been mere In1S day.
Mahomed, himself astir by this
time, came over to the group, leisure
ly. The three looked like conspira-
tors to his suspicious eye, but unlike
conspirators they made no effort to
separate because he approached. He
understood: as yet they were not
afraid of him. That was one of the
reasons he hated white men; they
could seldom be forced to show fear,
even when they possessed it. Well,
these three should know what fear
was before they saw the last of him.
He carried KURDISH, a cowhide whip,
which he twirled idly, even sugges-
lively. First, he came to George.
eff you have Yhiordes, there is still
chance for you. Cairo is but fifty
miles away. Bagdad is several hun
dred." He drew the whip caressingly
through his fingers.
81 do not lie,' replied George, a tru-
culent sparkle in his eyes. 81 told
you that l had it not. It was the
truth"
A ripple of anxiety passed over Ma
homed's face. "And your" turning
upon Ryanne, with suppressed savage
ness How he longed to lay the lash
upon the dog!
Don't look at me-" answered Ry-
anne Waspishly. eff had it I should
not be here" All, for bit of his old
strength! He would have strangled
Mahomed then and there. But the
drug and the beating had weakened
him terribly.
eff l give you the rug" interposed
Fortune, twill you promise freedom
to us all ?"
Mahomed stepped back, nonplussed
He hadn't expected any information
from this quarter.
'T have the rug" declared Fortune
calmly, though she could scarcely
hear her own voice, her heart beat
SO furiously.
"You have it?" Mahomed was con-
fused. Here was a turn in the road
upon which he had set no calculation.
All three of them!
eyes. And upon condition that you
liberate us all, will put it into your
hands. But 1t must be my writing
this time"
A white man would have b1ushed
under the reproach of her look. Ma
homed smiled amiably, pleased over
his cleverness. where is the kis-
weh?"
"The kisweh?"
"The Holy Yhiordes. Where is it?''
'That I refuse to tell you. Your
word of honor first, to bind the bar
gain"
Ryanne laughed. It acted upon Ma
homed like goad. He raised the
whip, and had Ryanne's gaze swerved
the part of an inch, the blow would
have fallen.
"You laugh?" snarled Maho1-
"Why, yes. A bargain with your
honor makes me laugh"
/, "And your honor?" returned Ma
homed fercely. He wondered why he
held his hand. 81 have matched trick
cry against trickery. My honor has
not been called. I fed you, l gave
you drink; in return you lied to me-
dishonored me in the eyes OF my
friends, and one of them you killed
"It was my life or his" exclaimed
Ryanne, not relishing the recital OF
this phase. cit was my life or his;
and he was upon my back"
Fortune shuddered. Presently she
lalu ner nand upon Manomed's arm.
would you take my word OF honor?"
Mahomed sought her eyes. Yes.
~ ..~,1 Az yUur eyes. DrTng mS
the rug, and my word OF h"~or to you.
you shall go free"
"But my friends?"
zone of them" Mahomed laughed
unpleasantly. 1t was an excellent idea.
Zone of them shall go free with you
It will be for you to choose which
Now, you dog, laugh, taught" and the
tongue Of the kurbash bit the dust
within an inch of Ryanne's feet.
"What shall I do?" asked Fortune
miserably.
Accept" urged Ryanne. "If you
are afraid to choose one or the other