The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1913-01-30

in from Khuzistan, bound for Smyrna
How may help you?"
Take us as far as Damascus" an
swered Ryanne. I'VE can get on from
there well enough"
What's your name?" directly.
"Ryanne"
And yours?"
Fortune Chedsoye."
Next"
Jones'"
The humorous bruskness put kind
OF spirit into them all, and they an.
swered smilingly.
"Ryanne and Jones are familiar
enough, but Chedsoye is a new one
Here, you!" whirling suddenly upon
the boys who were pressing about.
He volleyed some Arabic at them, and
they dropped back. We'll, I've heard
some strange yarns myself IN my
time, but this one beats them all.
Shanghaicd from Cairo! Humph! II
some one had told me this, anywhere
else but here, I'd have called him a
liar. And you, Mr.. Ryanne, went into
| Bagdad alone and got away with that
Yhiordes! 1t must have been the
devils own of a job"
1T was" replied Ryanne laconically.
He did not know this man Acker-
mann; he had never heard of him:
but he recognized a born leader Of
men when he saw him. Gray-haired,
lean. bearded, sharp Of word, quick
Of action. rude; he saw in this carpet
hunter the same indomitable qualities
Of the ivory-seeker. "You did not
stop at Bagdad?" he asked, after the
swift inventory.
mo. came direct. always do"
grimly. Better turn in and sleep;
We'll be on the way at dawn, sharp"
Sleep Ryanne laughed.
Sleep" echoed George.
Fortune shook her head.
well, an hour to let the reaction
wear away" said Ackermann. But
you've got to sleep. I'm boss now,
and you won't find me an easy one,"
with humorous glance at the girl.
I'VE are all very happy to be bossed
by you," she said.
Twenty days." Ackermann mused.
You're a plucky young woman. No
hysterlcs?"
Not even sigh Of discomfort" put
In George. III 1t hadn't been for her
pluck, we'd have gone to pieces Just |
from worry. Are you Henry Acker-
mann, Of the Oriental Company in
Yes; why?"
I'm George p. A. Jones, of Morti.
ner & Jones, New York. I've heard |
If you; and God bless you for this
nights work."
Mortimer & Jones? You don't say!
Well, if this doesn't beat the Dutch!
Why. If you're Robert E. Jones' boy,
I'll sell you every carpet in the pack at
,ost." He laughed; and 1t was laugh
er good to hear, dry and harsh though
t was. Your dad was a fine gentle
nan, and one of the best judges of
lis time. You couldn't fool him a
mot. He wrote me when you came
nto this world of sin and tribulation.
Didn't they call you Percival Algernon,
n something like that?"
They did" And George laughed,
90.
You're a sight. Any one sick? Got
medicine-chest aboard"
mo. only banged up and disconr-
ged. l say, Mr.. Ackermann, got an
xtra pipe or two and some 'baccy"
Flanagan, see what's In the chest"
Shortly Flanagan returned. He had
alf dozen fresh corn-cob pipes and
thick bag Of tobacco. George and
lyanne lighted up, about as near con-
eminent as two men in their condi-
lon could possibly be.
Said Flanagan to Fortune: do you
hew?"
Fortune looked Mortified.
. "Oh, mean gum" roared Flanagan.
No, Fortune did not possess that du-
ious accomplishment.
Mighty handy when you're thirsty"
flanagan advised.
They built up the fire. and sat round
costly. They were all more or less
appy, all except Fortune. SO long as
he had been captive of Mahomed,
he had forced the thought from her
hind; but now 1t came back with a
I'LL measure Of misery. Never, never
'ould she return to Mentone, not even
Or the things that were rightfuily
ers. Where would she go and what
'ould she do? She was without money
I'D the only thing she possessed Of
alue was the Soudanese trinket Ry-
nue. had forced upon her that day