The Neshoba Democrat., 1913-01-02

der what all this rumpus was about:
time enough to make inquiries after
the scrimmage Intrepidly, as Here
ward the Wake, as Busy dAmbois.
AS Porthos In the cave Of Loeb Maria,
| George fought. He wasn't a trained
athlete; he hadn't any science; he
was simply ordinarily tough and ac-
tive and clean-lived; and tho injustice
OF an unprovoked assault added to
physical prowess a full measure OF
nervous energy. 1t was quasi Homer
lc; modern young gentleman in eve
ming dress holding off for several min
utes five sleek, sinewy, unhampered
} ARABS. But the days of the gods we're
! no more; and no quick-witted goddess
| cast veil across the eyes of the
I Arabs. No; George had to shift for
himself. Suddenly there came a gen
eral rush from the center Of the room
into one Of the right-angular corners.
| The subsequent snarl OF legs and
| arms was not unlike that seen upon
the foot ball 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 10
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 flght!" 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
rs he dead?' demanded Mahomed.
NO. 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 a long way to go, and
MRhomed was too wise and cautious
to congratulate himself at this early
stage. George was thereupon trussed
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 EnglishBar deemed it nee
essary 10 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 it was case Of
plague they were hurrying away to
prevent interference by the English
authorities.
Once George was snug inside the
carriage, it was driven off at a run
toward the tombs Of the caliphs. AS
the roads We're not the levelest, the
vehicle went most Of the way upon
two wheels. Mahomed sat beside his
victim, watchful and attentive His
intention was to take him 10 far
ther than the outskirts of the city,
force him to send back TO the hotel
a duly credited messenger for the
rug, after which he would turn George
that the young man would find some
one to guide him back to the hotel.
After a while he observed that George
had recovered and was grimly fighting
the imprisoning ropes.
"Ycu will need your strength" in
terposed Mahomed gently. IF l take
the cloth from your mouth, will you
promise not to cry out?" There was
all affirmative nod, and Mahomed I'M
tied rhe 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 deuce'" snapped George,
still dizzy. The fighting mood hadn't
evapoTated, by any means. you
know where it is better than l." So
this was Mahomed?
Fool" cried the other, shaking
George roughly
Easy there! l had the rug, but
it was stolen this afternoon" He was
very veal. and tired and If | had I
it. | shouldn't give it to YOU" with
renewed turbulence; land 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 Falloweens and the tubs with |
the bobbing apples. One thing was
certain he would kill this pagan the i
very first opportunity. Rather
startling metamorphosis In the char !
acter of a man whose life had been
passed in the beacefulest environ
ments. And to kill him without the
least compunction, too. To strike q !
man who couldn't help himself!
"Hey there!" he yelled. Help for |
white mani" After such treatment |