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seemed to strike at the very source
OF his life.
Fortune Chedsoyel
CHAPTER KIN.
Not a Cheerful Outlook.

'0SN SU0otTui OuIlOOk.
George. his brain In tumult, fierce
tiSerish courage giving fictitious
strength TO his body. staggered toward
her. IL was mad dream, q mirage
or his own disordered thoughts. For
tune therey IL was not believable.
What place had she in this tangled
web? He ran his fingers into his hair.
Stripped. and pulled. II It was a dream
the pain did not waken him; Fortune
sat there still. Through what ter
rors might she not have passed the
preceding night? Alone In the desert,
without any OF those conveniences
which are to women as necessary as
the air they breathe! He tried TO run.
but his feet sank too deeply In the
pale sand; he could only plod. He
must touch her or hear her voice:
otherwise he stood upon the brink of
madness. There was no doubt In his
mind now; he loved her, loved her as
deeply and passionately as any sto.
ried knight loved his lady: loved her
without thought OF reward. unselflsh-
ly. with great and tender pity, for un.
consciously he saw that she. like he.
was all alone, not only here in the
desert, but along the highways where
men set up their dwellings.
Mahomed. having an eye upon all
things. though apparently seeing only
that which was under his immediate
concern, saw the young mans inten-
ton, and more, read the secret In his
face. He was infinitely amused.
There were two of them. so It seemed.
Quietly he slipped In between George
and the girl. and his movement freed
Georges mind of its bewilderment.
unhesitatingly, he flung himself upon
the Arab. striving to reach the lean.
brown throat. Mahomed, strcng and
unwearied, having no hand in the ac-
tual warfare, thrust George back SO
vigorously that the young man lost
his balance and fell prone upon the
sand. He was 30 weak that the fall
stunned him. Mahomed stepped for
ward. doubtless with the generous i'm
pulse to prove that I'm the matter of
Kicks he desired to show no partial
ity. when a hand caught at his bur
mouse. He paused and looked down.
1t was the girl
Don't! A brave man would not do
that"
Mahomed. moved by some feeling
that eluded immediate analysis.
turned about. 1t was time to be off.
II he wished to reach Serapeum the
following night. Pursuit he knew to
be out OF the question, since who
was there TO know that there was any
thing to pursue? But many miles In.
tervened between here and his destI-
nation. He dared not enter Serapeum
In the daytime. Lying upon the canal
bank as II did, the possibility OF en-
countering stray white man con-
fronted him. Every camel-way fire.
quented by Europeans must Of ne
cessity be avoided, every town OF any
size sklrted. and all the while he must
keep parallel with known paths or be-
come lost himself. Not to become
lost himself. that was his real con.
Germ. The caravan was provisioned
for months, and he knew Asia-Minor
as we'll as the lines upon his palms.
There were sand-storms, too; but
against these blighting visitations he
would match his yigilant eye and the
instinct OF the camels. The one WAY
In which these peculiar storms might
distress him lay I'm the total obliterh-
ton OF the way-signs, certain rocks.
certain hills. without the guidance OF
which, like a good ship bereft OF its
compass. he might fall away from his
course, Notwithstanding that he would
always travel toward the sun.
And there was also the vital oues-
ton OF water; he must measure the
time between each well, each oasis.
So, then, aside from these dangers
with which he felt able to cope. there
was one unforeseen: the chance meet
Ing with a wandering caravan headed
BY white men In search OF rugs and
carpets. These fools were eternally
hunting about tho wastes of the
world; they were never satisfied IN
less they were providing into countries
where they had no business to be. were
always breaking the laws OF the CT,
liphs and the Koran.
The girl was beautiful in her pale.
foreign way; beautiful as tho star OF
the morning. as the FIRST rose OF the
Persian spring; and he sighed for
the old days that were no more. She
would have brought a sultan's ransom
In the markets. But the accursed
Feringhi were everywhere, and these
sickly n handsome white women we're
more to them than their hearts blood;
why, he had never ceased to wonder.
But upon this knowledge he had
mapped out his plan Of torture in re-
gard to Ryanne. The idea OF selling
Fortune had diplly formed In his
mind, while his blood had burned =
anger; but todaEA soberness sbs