The evening world., 1912-04-20
CHAPTER XIII.
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Not q Cheevf Ut Outlook.

Is face puokered into what was
intended for q smile. George
laid HIM bach gently. Foot
ball and p~oker-what had
- THE man not known or seen
In nfsf some n came between the
two men and the IRE. casting . ions
shadow athwart them. George looked
up and Gw Mahomed standing cose
gnmiy inscrutabis.
"iavs YOU any blankctsT" asked
George coolly.
1ah0med gave an order. A blanket
and two saddle-bags were thrown down
beside the unconscious man. George
made . pillow Of the bags ana laid the
blanket owe Ryanne.
"why do you waste your time over
himf' asked Mahomed curiously.
Il would not let u dog die this way"
he retorted.
HE would have let YOU die" replied
MAhomed. turning upon his heel.
George stared th~oughtfully At his
whilom accompine. What did the old
william ~insinuate?
Can I DO anything TO make YOU more
comfortable?'' speaking to Fortune.
'T'm ell right. I wal chilled . little
white ego. but the IRE he's done away
with that. Thank you"
you must eat whom they bring you
food"
I'll Try TO-" smiling 0ravsly.
To take her IN his arms. then and
there. to appsass their hunger ana his
hsart's!
eelf-oonsctousiy. her hand stols 10 her
haf. A color came INTO ner checks. How
frshkful she must fooki Neither hslr.
pin nor comb was left. She throw the
strands across her shoulder and paucksd
the snaris and tanglss apart, then braid
Cd tAs whole. He wa shsd her. fasoin-
stsd. ne bad never sesn . woman Do
this before. II vas almost Q sacfHsgs
for Ndm to be % noar her at suoh Q
moment. Afterward she drew her BLANKET
over her shoulder.
you've got lots Of pluck"
'0Iavs Ir
'Yss. You haven't asked . ovssuon
YET"
'swou,d Il help anyr
'No, I don't suppose It would I've an
IDEA Shak we're an OF the way to the
homo Of Hsroun-al-Rashid."
'Bagdad." musingly.
.0x's me rug. But q do not understand
you in ths picture"
NO moro do L"
with q consideration that spoke well
Of his understanding. he did not speak
10 her again till (ood was passed Later.
when the full terror Of tho AFFAIR tool
hoA Of her, she would be drsadfuny
lonely and would need to see him neal.
to hear his voice. lie forced some Of
the hot SOUP down Ryanne's throat. and
was Glad to note that he responded Q
stttie. After that he nmped abous ths
strange camp. but was careful 10 go
In no ones way. 6ly1y he took note Of
this face and that. and his satisfaction
rrsv a. he counted the aftermath of the
was. And It had taken hve OF them. and
even then the result had been In doubt ug
70 that moment when his head had gone
hang against tho stucoo. He took Z
melancholy pride In his swollen ear and
half.shut eye. He had Always been
doubtful regarding his courage; and
now he know that George Psrcivai Al.
gernon Jones was ~ sood Q name 81
Tho camel boys tthsy are called boy'
all the way from ton years up to forty,
having hobbkd the beasts. were por'
tionlnE zach a smail bundle Of tibhir
or chopped straw In addition to wha'
they might md by srazing. Funny
brutes, thought George. a. he walked
among the knee,,ng animals: to go Ave
days without food or water. to rave
continuously from twenty-five TO eighty
miles the day! Others were busy with
tho pack-baskets.
A tent, presumably Mahomed's, wal
being erected upon n ciayey piece Of
ground in between the palms. No ON
entered the huts, even out Of curiosity
60 George was certain that the deser'
ton had been brought about by one
plague or another. A smaller tent wa:
put up later. and he was grateful al
the sight of It. 1t meant a little priv.
acy for the poor SRI. Great God. how
helpless he was. how helpless they oil
were!
An incessant chatter. occasionally In
t~erspersed with a laugh. went on. The
Arab, unlike the East Indian. y no,
ordinarily surly; M these seemed e
be good-natured enough. They eyet
George without malice. The war Of thu
night before had been all In a day
work. for which they had been literally
paid.
Orient md had ridden camels q rea
caravan. prepared for weeks of travel
ives q distinct novelty: and q h
viewed all with interest. knowing per
feotly well that within . few days n
would look upon these activities with
dual, hopeless anger. He won't back I
the gsrl and sat down beside her.
Have you any idea Why you ar
hsrsr'
mo; unless ne saw me In the bssaar
With Horace. and thought 70 tortur
, ham by bring me along"
I, Horace! A chill that was not OF Oh
nAsst rem over his shoulders. 90 Oh
oGnsA the sdvsntursr BY his Gtvs
Naa00f Ana bow mAoh4 ~ Weoeoe