Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1913-02-13

then the racket began all over again.
George ave paused mentally to won
der what all this rumpus was about;
time enough to make inquiries after
the scrimmage. Intrepidly, as Here
ward the Wake, as Busy d'Ambois,
as Porthos in, the ave Of Loch-Maria,
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 measure OF
nervous energy. It wal Quasi-Homer-
ic: q modern young gentleman in eve
ming dress holding off for several min
utes FIVE sleek, sinewy, unhampered
Arabs. But the days Of the gods were
no more; and no quick-witted goddess
cast a 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 one Of the right-angular rners
The subsequent snarl 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 merclful 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 1ght!" 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.
"Ts 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 a long way to go, and
Mahomed was too wise and cautious
to congratulate himself at this early
stage. George was ~thereupon trussed
up like a Christmas fowl ready for
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
n Mahomed would have .gravely
whispered that 1t vas a case oil
plague they were hurrying away tc
prevent interference by the English
authorities.
Once George was snug inside the
carriage, 1t was driven of at a rur
toward the tombs Of the caliphs. As
the roads were not the levelest, 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 som
one to guide him back to the hotel
After a while he observed that Georg'
had recovered and was grlmly fighting
the lmprisoning ropes.
you will need your strength" in
terposed Mahomed gently. "If l TAX
the cloth from your mouth, will yol
promise not to cry out?" There wa
an affirmative nod, and Mahomed un
tied the bandage. Listen. l meal
you no harm. If you will send to tn
hotel for the Holy Yhiordes, you will
be liberated the moment 1t is put int
my hands"
go to the deuce!" snapped George
still dizzy. The fighting mood hadn'
~evaporated, by any means. "Yor
know where It is better than l." S
this was Mahomed?
FOOL" cried the other, shakin
George roughly.
/ Easy there! had the rug, bu
I It was stolen this afternoon" He wa
. very weak and tired. "And II / ha
. It, l shouldn't give 1t to you," wit
! renewed turbulence; "and you ma
put that in your water-pipe and smok
q It,"
Mahomed, no longer pacific, struc
1 George violently upon the mouth. II,
@ on his part, was u~nknightly enough I
1 attempt to sink his teeth in the br,
( tai hand. Queer fancies fit through
mans head in times like this; for tn
Intellectually Of the bite reminde
him OF Hallowe'ens and the tubs wit
d the bobbing apples. One thing wa
certain: he would kill this pagan ii
very first opportunity. Rather
startling metamorphosis In the cha
acter of a man whose life had bee
9 passed in the peacefulest enviro,
ments. And to kill him without Il
4 least conjunction. too. To strike
man who couldn't help himself
d Hey therel" he yelled. Help I,
a white mani After such treatmei
d no considered 1t anything but IDAHO