The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1913-01-18

! GeF what all THIS rumpuS WAS about.
time enough to make inquiries after
the scrimmage. Intreptdly, as Here
ward the Wake, as Busy d'Ambois,
as Porthos In the cave OF Loch-Maria,
George fought He wasn't trained
athlete; he hadn't any science; he
was simply ordinarily tough and &C
tive and clean-liyed; and the injustice
Of an unprovoked assault added to
/ physical prowess full measure OF
nervous energy. 1t was quasi-Homer-
ic: modern young gentleman in eve
ming dress holding OF for several min
utes i've sleek. sineWy, unhampered
ARABS. But the days OF the gods were
no more: and no quick-witted goddess
| cast veil across the eyes Of the
Arabs. No; George had to shift for
himself. Suddenly there came gen
eral rush from the center Of the room
into one Of the right-angular corners.
The subsequent snari of legs and
arms was not unlike that seen 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 20
diac-meaning Georges head and the
stucco-wall-gaye 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 fight" 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
There was long way to go, and
| Mahomed was too wise and cautious
! to congratulate himself at this early
| stage. George was thereupon frussed
| up like Christmas fowl ready for
the oven. They wrapped him up IN
| the burnouse and carried him out to
the closed carriage IN waiting. No
!, one in the street seemed curious. No
one in the English-Bar deemed it 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 gravelF
whispered that It was case Of
plague they were hurrying away to
prevent interference by the English
authorities.
Once George was snug inside the
carriage, 1t was driven off at run
toward the tcmbs OF the caliphs. As
the roads were not the leyelest, the
vehicle went most of the way upon
two wheels. Mahomed sat beside his
victim, watchfuI and attentive. His
intention was to take him no far
Their than the outskirts Of the city,
force him to send back to the hotel
duly credited messenger for the
rug, after which he would turn George.
adrift, with the reasonable assurance
that the young man would lind some
one to guide him back to the hotel
After while he observed that George
had recovered and was grimly fighting
the imprisoning ropes.
"You will need your strength" in
terposed Mahomed gently. If take
the cloth from your mouth, will you
promise not to cry out ?" There was
an affirmative nod. and Mahomed I'M
! tied the bandage. Listen. / mean
you no harm. If you will send to the
hotel for the Holy Yhiordes, you will
be liberated the moment it Is put into
my hands"
go to the deuee!" snapped George,
still dizzy. The fighting mood hadn't
evaporated, by any means. you
know where it Is better than L" So
this was Mahomed
"FooI." cried the other, shaking
George roughly
easy there! / had the rug, but
it was stolen shis afternoon" He was
very weak and tired. "And if / had
it, I shouldn't give 1t to you" with
renewed trucuIence;; and you may
put that in your Water-pipe and smoke
it."
Mahomed, no longer pacific, struck
George violently upon the mouth He,
on his part, was unknightly enough to
attempt to sink his teeth in the bru-
tai hand. Queer fancies fit through a
mans head In times like this; for the
Intellectually Of the bite reminded
him OF Hallowe'ens and the tubs with
the bobbing apples. One thing was
certain: he would kill this pagan the
very first opportunity. Rather q
startling metamorphosis in the char
acter OF man whose life had been
passed in the peacefulest environ
ments. And to kill him without the
least conjunction. too. To strike a
man who couldn't help himself!
"Hey there!" he yelled. Help for
a white mani, After such treatment
The considered it anything but dishon-