The Raymer enterprise., 1913-03-27

His head lay In the sand. his soft Fe-
dora crushed under his shoulders.
What with the bruises visible. the
rents In his coat, the open shirt,
solled. crumpled. collarless. he in.
vited pity: only none came from the
busy Arabs. As he slept, frown
gathered upon his face and remained
there.
When he came back from his
troubled dreams. bowl Of rice.
thinned by hot water. was given him.
He cleaned the bowl. not because he
was hungry. but because he knew that
somewhere along this Journey he
would need strength; and the recur.
ring fury against his duress caused
him to fling the empty bowl at the
head Of the camel.boy who had
brought It. The boy ducked. laugh.
Ing. George lay down again. Let
them cut his throat II they wanted to;
It was all the same to him. Again he
slept. and when he was roughly and
forcibly awakened, he sat up with a
snarl and looked about.
His head was clear now, and he
began to take notes. He counted
ten. eleven, twelve camels. car
van In truth. prepared for long and
continuous Journey. There were three
pack-camels. laden with wood, tents.
and such cooking utensils as the fru.
gal Arab had need Of. Certainly Ma.
homed was rich man, whether he
owned the camels or hired them for
the occasion. Upon one OF the beasts
they were putting up mahmal. can.
opy used to protect women from the
sun while riding. One Arab. taller.
more robust than the others, moved
hither and thither authoritatively.
Wound about his tarboosh or fez was
bright green cufa. signifying that
the wearer had made the pilgrimage
to Holy Mecca. This individual
George assumed to be Mahomed him.
self. And he recognized him as the
beggar over whom he had stumbled
two nights gone. Pity he hadn't
known. and pitched him into the Nile
when he had the chance.
Mahomed completed his directions.
and walked leisurely toward George,
but his attention was not directed
toward him. A short distance away.
at Georges left. was man, stretched
out as II in slumber. Over his inert
figure Mahomed watched. He drew
back his foot and kicked the sleeping
man soundly, smiling amiably the
while; kick which. had Mohamed'a
foot been cased In western leather,
must have stove In the sleepers ribs.
Strange. the victim did not stir. Ma
homed shrugged. and returned to the
business Of breaking camp.
George was keenly interested In
this man who could accept such a
kick apparently without feeling or re.
sentiment. He stood up for better
view. One glance was sufficient. II
was Ryanne, tho erstwhile affable
Ryanne OF the reversible cuffs: his
feet and hands still In bondage, his
clothes torn. his face battered and
bruised like a sailors OF a Sunday
morning on shore-leave. The sight OF
Ryanne frightened him considerably.
Although he was singularly free from
the spirit Of malevolence, he was. new.
ertheless. human enough TO subscribe
to that unwritten and much denied
creed that the misery OF one man rec.
onciles another to his. And here was
company such as misery loved: mere
was q man worse of than himself
wHose prospects were thousand
times blacker. Poor devil! And here
he was. captive OF the men he had
wronged and beaten and robbed. As
seen through Georges eyes. Ryannes
outlook was not pleasant thing to
contemplate. But oh! the fight this
ono must have been! II II had taken
fvo natives to overcome him. how
many had II taken to beat Ryanne
into such n shocking condition. He
was genuinely sorry for Ryanne. bu,
In his soul he was glad to see him
One white man could accomplish
nothing In the face OF these odds; bu,
two white men. that was n different
matter. Ryanne. once he got his legs
strong, courageous. resourceful, Ry
anne would get them both out OF II
somehow. And II Ryanne
hadn't the rug. who the dickens had
The tumble Of questions that rose
In his mind. seeking answers to the
riddle OF Yhiordes rug. subsided even
as they rose. The bundle to the far
side OF Ryanne stirred. He had, In his
general survey OF tho scene. barely
set n glance upon II. believing II to
be n conglomera,ion OF saddle.bags
tmnde OF wool and cotton) and blan,
kots. II stirred again. George stud
led II with a peculiar sense Of detach,
ment. A woman; a woman In what
had but recently been smart Paris
ian tailor.mnde streetdress. The
woman. rubbing her eyes. bore her
self up painfully to sitting posture.
She was white. All the blows OF the
night past were as nothing in com
par,son With this invisible one which