The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1918-02-02

fender would scurry into bounds amid
the jeers OF any who had seen.
Showing. kicking and elbowing With
set purpose, Ismail forced Q way
through the already seated crowd and
drew King down into the cramped
space beside him. close enough to tho
arena to be able to catch the guardS
low laughter. But he was restless. He
wished to get nearer yet. only there
seemed no room anywhere in front
Then guard threw his shield down
rife at the roof. The ricochetting bull
| let brought down shower Of splint-
cred stone and stalhctite. and he
grinned as he watched the crowd dodge
to avoid II.
| Instantly a hundred men rose from
| different directions and raced for the
arena. each with curved sword In
either hand. The yelling changed back
into the chant. only louder than before.
and by that much more terrible. Gym
balls crashed. The music box resumed
its measured grinding Of the ''Marseil-
laise." And the hundred began an
Afridi sword dance, than which there
Is nothing wilder In all the world. Its
like can only be seen under the shadow
Of the "Hills." ~
Ismail seemed obsessed by the spirit
Of hades let loose-drawn by II. as by a
magnet, although subsequent events
proved him not to have been altogether
without a plan. He got up. with his
eyes fixed on the dance. and thrust
himself and King next to some Orak-
zai Pathans, elbowing savagely to right
and left to make room. And patience
proved scarce. The nearest man
reached for the ever-ready Pathan
knife. but paused In the instant that
his knife licked clear. From q swift
side glance at Kings face he changed
Ing place to grin as he recognized
him.
"Allahw He drove the long blade
back again.
swell met, hakiml See-the wound
heals finelyl"
| Barring his shoulder under the smelly
sheepskin coat, he lifted bandage
| glngerly to show the clean opening out
of which King had coaxed bullet the
day before. 1t looked wholesome and
ready to heal.
| "Name thy reward, hakiml We
Orakzai Pathans forget no favorsi"
(Now that boast was true one.)
King nodded more to himself than ia
the other man. He needed, for in
stance. very much to know who was
planning a jhad. and who "Bull-with-
aboard" might be: but II was not safe
to confide just yet In chance-made ac-
quaintance. A very fair acquaintance
with some phases Of the East had
taught him that names such as Bulk
with-a-beard are often almost photo
graphically descriptive. He rose to his
feet to look. 4 blind man can talk, but
1t takes trained eyes to gather informa-
ton.
The din had increased. and II was
safe to stand up and stare, because all
eyes were on the madness In the mid
die. There were plenty besides him.
self who stood to get better view.
and he had to dodge from side to side
to see between them.
'Tm not to doctor his men. There
fore it's fair guess that he and are
to be kept apart. Therefore he'll be as
far away from me now as possible.
supposing he's here"
Reasoning along that line. he tried
to see the fnces on the far side, but the
problem was to see over the dancers
heads. He succeeded presently, for
the Orakzai Pathan saw what he want
ed. and in his anxiety to be agreeable.
reached forward to pull back q box
from between the ranks in front. It's
owners offered instant fight, but made
no further objection when they saw
who wanted IL and why. King won.
dered at their sudden change Of mind.
He found a man soon who was not
interested In the dancing. but who had
eyes and ears apparently for every
thing and everybody else. He watched
him for ten minutes. until at last their
| eyes met. Then he sat down and
kicked the box back to its owners. He
touched the Pathan's broad shoulder.
The man smiled and bent his turbaned
head to listen.
Opposite" said King. nearly ex-
actly opposite-three rows from the
front, counting the front row as one
there sits a man with black beard.
whose shoulders are like bulls. As
he sits he hangs his head between
them. Look! Seel Tell me truly
what his name Isl" -
The Pathan got up and strobe for
ward to stand on the box, kicking aside
the elbows that leaned on 1t and laugh
ing when the owners cursed him. He
stood on 1t and stared for five minutes,
counting deliberately three times over.
striking a finger on the palm Of his
hand to check himself.
"Bull-with-a-beard! he announced
at last, dropping back into place beside
King. "Muhammad Amin. The mullab
Muhammad Amin"
"An Afghan" King asked.
HE says he is IN Afghan. But un.
less he lies he Is from Ishtamboul