The Kadoka press and Kadoka reporter. [volume] (Kadoka, S.D.) 1910-1923, 1917-12-14
CHAPTER XVII.

You know where is Oar eS Sa
laam?' asked Yasmlni.
East Africa" said King.
And English warships watch the
Persian gulf and all the seas from In,
dia to Adenf"
King nodded.
Have the English any ships that
dive under water, in these waters?"
Il think not. I'm not sure, but !
thEi. not"
THE grenades you have seen. and
the rifles and cartridges were sent by
the Germans to Oar es Salaam. to
suppress rising of African natives.
Does il begin to grow clear to you, my
friend?'
He smiled as well as nodded this
time.
"Muhammad Amin used to wait with
a hundred women at certain place
on the seashOre. What he found on
the beach there he made the women
carry on their heads To Khinjan. So
they worked. he and the Germans, for
know not how lOng-with the Eng
lish watching the seas as on land lean
wolves comb the valleys"
What We're the terms of the Ger
man bargain?' King asked her, what
stipulations did they make?"
with the tribes? None, They
We're too wise. A jihad was decided
on in Germany's good time: and when
that time should come ten rifles in the
Hills and thousand cartridges would
mean not only hundred dead English
men, but ten times that number busily
engaged. Why bargain when there
was no need? A rifle is what it is.
The Hills are the 'Hillsr
Tell me about your lamp OIL then" "
he said. You burn enough oil in
I khinjan caves to light Bombay, That
/ does not come in by submarine. The
Sirkar knows how much of everything
goes up the Khyber. l have seen the
/ printed lists myself-a few hundred
cans OF kerosene-a few score gallons
OF vegetable oil. and all bound for far
| ther north. There isn't enough oil
pressed among the Hills to keep these
caves going for day. Where does it
all come from?"
She laughed, as a mother laughs at
n child's questions, finding delicious
enjoyment in instructing him.
There are three villages, not two
days march from Khabul. where men
have lived for centuries by pressing
oil for Khinjan caves" she said. "The
Sleeper fetched his oil thence. The
| Sleeper left gold in here. Those who
kept the Sleeper's secret paid for the
oil in gold. No Afghan troubled why
oil was needed, so long as gold paid
for it. And / know where the Sleeper
dug his gold l'
They sat in silence for long while
after that, she looking at the table,
with its ink and pens and paper, and
he thinking, with hands. clasped round
one knee for ii is wiser to think than
to talk, even when woman Is near
who can read thoughts that are not
guarded.
"Athelstan she said at last. at
sounds like kings name! What was
the Sleeper's name? Was there such
a name in Rome?"
"No." he said.
"What does it mean?" she asked
him.
"Slow of resolution"
She clapped her hands.
Another signr ~ she laughed. "The
gods love me! There always is a sign
when l need one! Slow Of resolution,
art thou? I will speed thy resolution,
well-beloved! You were quick to
! change from King. of the Khyber Rifle
regiment, to Kurram Khan. Change
now into my warrlor-my dear lord
my King agaln!"
She rose, with arms outstretched TO
him. All her dancers art, her un-
tanned poetry, her witchery, were ex-
pressed in movement. Her eyes melt
ed as they met his. And since he stood
up 100, Tor manners sake, they were
eye TO eye again-almost lip to lip.
| Her sweet breath was in his nostrils.
In another moment she was in his
arms, clinging to him, kissing him.
And II any man has felt on his lips
the KISS OF all the scented glamour of
the East, let him tell what Kings SEN
sauons were. Let Caesar, who was
kissed by Cleopatra, come to life and
| talk of 1t!
Kings arm is strong, and he did not
! stand like an idol. His head might
SWIM, but she, too, tasted the delirium
or human passion loosed and given for
mad, swift minute. If his heart
swelled to bursting, so must hers have
| done.
i have needed you'll" she whispered.
i nave been all alone! have needed
your
Then her lips sought his again. and
neither spoke.
Neither knew how long 1t was before
she began to understand that he. not
she, was winning. The human answer
10 her appeal was full. He gave her
all she asked Of admiration. kiss for
KISS. And then-her arms did not
cling so tightly, although his strong
right arm was like stanchion. Be-
cause he knew that he. not she. was
winning, he picked her up in his arms