Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1913-01-10

uoorge never paused mentally to won
der what all this rumpus wal about;
time enough to make inquiries after
the scrimmage. %Intrepidly, as Here
ward the Wake. as Busy d'Ambois,
as Porthos In the cave Of Loch-Marta,
George fought. He wasn't a trained
athlete; he hadn't any science; he
was simply ordinarily tough and &C.
tive and clean-lived; and the injustice
OF an unprovoked assault added to
physical prowess a full asu of
nervous energy. 1t was Quasi-Homer-
ic: a modern young gentleman in eve
ming dress holding of for several min.
utes five sleek. sinewy, unhampered
ARABS. But the days Of the gods were
no more; and no Quick-witted goddess
cast q veil across the eyes Of the
Arabs. No; George had to shift for
himself. Suddenly there came a gen
eral rush from the center of the room
into n Of the Rectangular corners,
The subsequent snarl Of legs and
arms was not unlike that e upon
the football field. George was the
man with the ball. And then to
George came merciful darkness. The
conjunction, as In astronomy, OF two
planets in the same degree of the 70
diac-meaning Georges head and the
stucco-wall-gave the Arabs complete
mastery Of the field of battle.
From the opposite side Of the room
came the voice of the referee:
Curses Of Allah upon these white
dogs! How they fght!" And Ma
homed peered down into the corner.
One by one the Arabs got up. each
examining his honorable wounds.
George alone remained %unmoved. quiet
and disinterested, under the folds OF
the tattered burnouse.
"Is he dead?" demanded Mahomed
mo, my father. His head hit the
wall"
Hasten, then. Bind his feet and
hands and cover his eyes and mouth
We have but little time"
AThere was a long way to 60, ant
Mahomed wal too wise and cautious
to congratulate himself at this early
stage. George was %thereupon trusset
up like a Christmas fowl ready fol
the oven. They wrapped him up In
the burnouse and carried him out to
the closed carriage in waiting. Nc
one in the street seemed curious. Nc
one in the English-Bar deemed 1t nee
essary to be. Whatever happened In
this resort had long been written In
the book of fate. Had a white man
approached to inquire what was going
on, Mahomed would have gravely
whispered that 1t was a case OF
plague they we're h%urrying away to
prevent interference by the English
authorities.
Once George was snug inside the
carriage, 1t was driven OF at"a run
toward the tombs Of the caliphs. AS
the roads were not the Aevelest, the
vehicle went most of the way upor
two wheels. Mahomed sat beside his
victim, watchful and attentive. His
/, intention was to take him no far
Their than the outskirts Of the city
force him to send back to the hote
a duly credited messenger for The
rug. after which he would turn George
adrift, with the reasonable assurance
that the young man would find somt
one to guide him back to the hotel
After a while he observed that Georg'
had recovered and was grimly fighting
, the lmprisoning ropes.
"You will need your strength" In
: terposed Mahomed gently. III tak'
!. the cloth from your mouth, will 20,
promise not to cry out?" There wa
; an affirmative nod, and Mahomed I'm
: tied the bandage. Listen. | meal
you no haruI. II you will send to th'
. hotel for the Holy Yhiordes, you will
: be liberated the moment it Is put int
> my hands"
4 go to the deuce!" snapped George
still dizzy. The fighting mood hadn'
e~vaporated, by any means. "Yo1
know where It is better than l." s
this was Mahomed?
q FOOL" cried the other, shakin
George roughly.
Easy there! l had the rug, bu
II was stolen this afternoon" He wa
a very weak and tired. "And II | ha
e It, I shouldn't give 1t to you" wit
q renewed turbulence; land you ma
a put that in your water-pipe and smok
It,"
v MalSmed, no longer pacific, struc
d George violently upon the mouth. HI
on his part, was unknightly enough t
II attempt to sink his teeth In the brl
IF tai hand. Queer fancies fit through
r mans head in times like, this; for tn
n Intellectually of the bite reminde
Il. him OF Hallowe'ens and the tubs wit
ID the bobbing apples. One thing We
certain: he would kill this pagan tn
r. very first opportunity, Rather
startling metamorphosis in the cha
h. acter Of a man whose life had bee
ts passed in the p%eacefulest enviro
+! ments. And to kill him without Il
ct least conjunction. too. To strike
man who couldn't help himself!
Id "Hey there!" he yelled. Help Il
q white mani" After such treatme
"a he considered II anything but dishO