Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-08-19

tors to his suspicious eye. but unlike
conspirators they made no effort &c
separate because he approached. He
understood: 40 yet they were moi
afraid Of him. That Was one Of the
reasons he hated white men: the,
could seldom be forced to show fear
oven when they possessed 1t. Well
these three should know what fea,
was before they saw the last Of him
He carried kurbash, Q cowhide whip
which he twjrled idly. even sugges
lively. First, he came to George.
IF you have Yhiordes. there IL still
. chance for you. Cairo Is but fifty
miles away. Bagdad 10 several hun
dred." He drew the whip caressingly
through his fingers.
II do not lie." replied George, tru
culent sparkle In his eyes. II told
you that I had 1t not. It was the
truth"
A ripple Of anxiety passed over Ma
homed's face. "And you?" turning
upon Ryanne. with suppressed savage
ness. How he longed to lay the lash
upon tho dog!
Don't look at me-" answered Ry
ammo waspishly. III had it 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.
IF I give you the rug" interposed
Fortune. will you promise freedom
to us all?"
Mahomed stepped back, nonplussed
He hadn't expected any Information
from this quarter.
II have the rug" declared Fortune
calmly. though she could scarcely
30 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, l will put it into your
hands. But it must be my writing
this time.''
4 white man would have blushed
under the reproach Of her look. Ma
| homed smiled amiably. pleased over
his cleverness. Where is the kis-
web"
"The kisweh7''
1.-THE Holy Yhiordes. Where is It!
THAT l refuse to tell you. Your
word of honor first, to bind the bar.
gain"
Ryanne laughed. 1t acted upon Ma.
homed like q goad. He raised the
whip, and had Ryanne's gaze swerved
the part Of an inch, the blow would
have fallen.
"You laugh?" snarled Mahomed.
why, yes. A bargain with your
honor makes me laugh"
And your honor?" returned Ma
homed heroely. He wondered why he
held his hand. Il have matched trick
cry against trickery. My honor has
not been called. I fed you. I gave
you drink; in return you lied to me.
dishonored mo in the eyes of my
friends, and one Of them you killed
1T was my life or his" exclaimed
Ryanne. not relishing the recital OF
this phase. 1T was my life or his;
and he was upon my back"
Fortune shuddered. Presently she
laid her hand upon Mahomed's arm.
'sWouid you take my word Of honor?"
Mahoned sought her eyes. Yes.
I read truth In your eyes. Bring me
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 do?" asked Fortune
miserably.
Accept" urged Ryanne. III you
are afraid to choose one or the other
Of US. Jones and viii spin COIN"
II agree" said George, very unhap-
py.
Have you any paper. Jones?'
George searched. He found the
dance-card to the ball at the hotel. In
another pocket he discovered the little
pencil that went with 1t.
"You write," said Mahomed to For
tune.
IT intend to-" Fortune took the card
and pencil and wrote as follows:
Mother: Horace. Mr.. Jones and are
prisoners Of the man who owned the
rug which you viii find in the large
steamer.roll. Give 1t to the courier
who brings this card. And under no
circumstances set spies upon his
track" In French she added: 1--WE
are bound for Bagdad. In case Mo
hamed receives the rug and we are
not liberated, wire the embassy at
Constantinople and the consulate at
Bagdad. FORTUNE"
She gave 1t to Mahomed.
READ It out loud" he commanded.
While he spoke English fiuently, he
could neither read nor write 1t In any
aerviceable degree. The note he had
given to Fortune had been written by
a friend Of his in the bazaars who had
upon time lived in New York. For
tune read slowly, slightly flushing -
she evaded the French script.
THAT will do" Mahomed agreed.
He shouted for one Of the boys,
babe him saddle the hagin or racing
camel. which Of all those twelve, alone
was his, and be on to Cairo. The boy
dipped his bowl into the kettle, ate
greelily, saddled the camel, and five