Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1913-01-17
CHAPTER XIII.
Not a Cheerful Outlook.

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George, his brain in tumult, a fierce
tigerish courage giving fictitious
strength to his body. staggered toward
her. l. was a mad dream, q mirage
of his own disordered thoughts. For
tune there? 1t was not b~elievable,
What place had she in this tangled
web? He ran his fingers into his hair,
gripped, and pulled. II it was a dream
the pain did not waken him; Fortune
sat there still. Through what ter
rors might she not have passed the
preceding night? Alone in the desert,
without any Of those conveniences
which are to women as necessary as
the air they breathe! He tried to run, ,
but his feet sank too deeply IN the
pale sand; he could only plod. He
must touch her or hear her voice;
otherwise he stood upon the brink of
madness. There was no doubt in his
mind now; he loved her, loved her as
deeply and passionately as any sto-
ried knight loved his lady; loved her
without thought Of reward, unselfish-
ly, with great and tender pity, for I'M
consciously he saw that she, like he,
vas all alone, not only here in the
desert, but along the high ways where
men set up their dwellings.
Mahomed, having an eye upon all
things, though apparently seeing only
that which was under his immediate
concern, saw the young mans inten-
ton, and more, read the secret In his
face. He was infinitely amused.
There were two Of them, SO 1t seemed.
Quietly he slipped in between George
and the girl, and his movement freed
Georges mind of its bew1lderment.
Unhesitatingly, he flung himself upon
the Arab, striving to reach the lean,
brown throat. Mahomed, strong and
%unwearied, having no hand In the &C.
tual warfare, thrust George back 80
vigorously that the young mar lost
his balance and fell prone upon the
sand. He wa so weak that the fall
stunned him. Mahomed stepped for
ward, doubtless with the generous i'm.
pulse to prove that in the matter Of
kicks he desired to show no partial
ity, when a hand caught at his bur
mouse. He paused and looked down.
1t was the girl.
Don't! A brave man would not do
that"
Mahomed, moved by some feeling
that eluded immediate analysis,
turned about. 1t was time to be off,
If he wished to reach Serapeum the
following night. Pursuit he knew to
be out of the question, since who
was there to know that there was any
thing to pursue? But many miles in.
tervened between here and his destl-
nation. He dared not enter Serapeum
in the daytime. Lying upon TIE canal
bank as 1t did, the possibility OF en-
countering a stray white man con.
fronted him. Every camel-way fire.
quented by Europeans must Of ne
cessity be avoided, every town of any
size skirted, and all the while he must
keep parallel with known paths or be.
come lost himself. Not to become
lost himself, that was his real con
Germ. The caravan was provisioned
for months, and he knew Asia-Minor
as we'll as the lines upon his palms,
There were sand-storms, too; but
against these blighting visitations he
would match his vigilant eye and the
instinct of the camels. The one way
in which these peculiar storms might
distress him lay In the total oblitera
ton Of the way-signs, certain rocks
certain hills, without the guidance Of
which, like a good ship bereft of Its
compass, he might fall away from his
course, notwithstanding that he would
always travel toward the sun.
And there was also the vital ques
ton Of water; he must measure thu
time between each well, each oasis
So, then, aside from these dangers
/. with which he felt able to cope, there
was one unforeseen: the chance meet
ing with a wandering caravan headed
t by white men in search Of rugs AMI
g., carpets. These fools were eternal!
hunting about the wastes Of thu
world; they were never satisfied un
E less they were providing into countrie
? where they had no business to be, wer
3 always breaking the laws Of the ca
e liphs and the Koran.
The girl was beautiful In her pale
foreign way; beautiful as the star o
s the morning, as the first rose Of tn,
Persian spring; and he sighed TO
0 the old days that were no more. Sh
8 would have brought a sultan's ransom
in the markets. But the accurse
Feringhi were everywhere, and thes
sickly II handsome white women wer
t more to them than their hearts blood
why, he had never ceased to wondei
9 But upon this knowledge he ha
mapped out his plan Of torture in r.
gard to Ryanne. The idea of sellin
Fortune had dimly formed in h
mind, while his blood had burned |
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