Wheeling majority. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1907-192?, 1915-06-17

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upright man with long. gray beard; BE.
mind. three Mongars, their rifIes 81.
ready to their shoulders. The chief
wheeled up his horse as he came WITH
" twenty PAGES OF the little marty
White! English" he shontad
why do You seek death shere?"
He waited for no reply, but turned
% nus men. Three Of them dashed for.
WARD, their rifles. which were fitted
with an odd sort Of bayonet. drawn
9Dack for the lunge. Suddenly Craig
who had been a little in the rear. al.
Ioped. shouting. into the line of FIRE :.
Stop! he ordered. sChiaf these
people are my friends. CHIEF, the
word!" !,
the chief raised his arm promptly.
The men lowered their rifles. Craig
galloped back to his hosts side. The
chief listened to him and nodded
gravely. Presently he rode up to the
little party. He saluted the professor
gravely and talked to him in his own
language. The professor turned to the
others. -
The chief apologies for not recog-
mixing me-" he announced. 1T seems
that Craig had told him that he had
come to the desert for shelter, and he
imagined at once. when he gave the
order for the attack upon US. that ne
were his enemies. He says that we
are welcome to go with him to his
encampment."
Craig turned slowly towards them.
1t was a strange meeting.
1T is necessary" he told them.
that you should pretend to be my
friends. The chief has ordered two Of
his men to dismount. Their ponies are
for the young ladies. There will be
horses for you among the captured
ones from the caravan yonder."
They all turned towards the CHIEF
who remained little on the outside
Of the circle. The professor raised |
his hat and spoke few words in the
Mongar language. then he turned to
the others.
II have accepted the invitation OF
the Chief" he announced. 1--WE had
better start" -
''This may not be Delmonico's,"
Laura remarked, q few hours later,
with a little sigh Of contentment,
but believe me that goat-stew and
sherbet tasted better than any
chicken and champagne ever tasted"
They moved to the opening of the
tent and sat looking out across the |
silent desert. Laura took the Zap Of |
the canvas in her hand.
what do all these marks mean?"
she asked.
They are cabalistic signs" the
professor replied, part of the Ian
guage Of the tribe. They indicate |
that this is the guest tent, and there
are q few little maxims traced upon |
1t, extolling the virtues of hospitality"
Lenora leaned forward to where .
little group Of Mongars were talking |
together. R4+,~ sS~e '4.4 .z
ct wish that beautiful girl would
come and let Us see her again." she
murmured. ---~~--,.,- 4
"She." the professor explained. %isl
the chiefs daughter, Feerda, whose
life Craig saved" i
"And from the way she looks ct
him. Laura observed. Il should say
she hadn't forgotten Il, either" il
The professor held up . warning,
finger The girl herself had glided
to their side outaof the shadows. She
faced the professor. The rest Of the
party she seemed to ignore. She
spoke slowly and In hating English
''My father wishes to know that
you are satisfied?" she said. "Youi
have no further wants?" I
None the professor assured her.
I'VE are very grateful for his hos
pitaity, Feerda." 49, = . '-'-.'7-- al
: won't you talk to .us for Q little
timer Lenora begged. leaning for
ward. - e,,.... ia i....g
The girl turned suddenly to the
professor and spoke to him in her
own language. She pointed to the
signs upon the tent. drew her finger
along one Of the sentences, flashed q
fierce glance at them all and disap-
peared. go - s-sss = 49,
Seems to me that We are not e1-
actly popular with the young lady"
Quest remarked. what was she say
ing, professorf' -.,s- .ass g
..sShe suspects u.s." the professor
said slowly. ''of wishing to bring evil
70 Craig. She pointed TO- sentence
upon the tent. Roughlyit means Graf
'itude Il the debt OF hospitality = lam
very much afraid that the young lady
must have, been listening 70 our con
veraRtiOn.@ 5asaGtG. b3ass EseD gigIsa
The professor suddenly, leaned for
ward. There was queer change in
his face. From. somewhere on the
other side Of that soft bank Of violet
darkness came what seemed to be the
clear low cry Of some animal 'sJl4 2
i s.It isthe Monear cry ofawarning, he
said hoarsely.1 Something 10 going to
happen l2sx Iscais sJ98sEg 8a3 10
The whole ,encampment was sud