Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-01-05
Henry Memorial Azva,d Stories
Maynard

NOme last
got behind him. 1t was foot ball work.
81 Mahmud helped us finally and a worried
man he looked. took one good drink of the
outside air and started after Maynard down the
street.
Gone this way?" called
Eyes, running like an elephant in a tenti
Saw him just nowl"
Well, We footed along, raising racket enough
to wake the dead In that graveyard maze Maze
it was, too
Hunting needle in a haystack is one thing:
hunting man who doesn't want to be found
IN an Arab town-a man drunk on a fixed idea
is another.
can't say how long it was I only know
we walked miles, that had blisters the size of
quarters ON my feet that I hadn't eaten in
years, and that finally I resigned
That's enough!" said I. pulling up. LET him
60 hangl"
mol" said Maynard. mot for million dol
lars won't"
Old Perez had been keeping up with us with
his cord forgi me I" every minute of the time.
Now he put hand to his head and changed
his tune
"'Ark, sirl Ark to me now What course
Kebir?"
Dab Kebir? Now what in the name of the
silly devil" Maynard stopped and started
to scowl at him. Then he turned his head and
cooked his ear the other way. mo-" said he,
"but bark to that!"
There was row somewhere; something had
come to life at last in the town of the dead
thump and groan it sounded, far off.
We went down this alley and up that one
and came to the corner of a lane where there
was the beginning of light. The light came
toward us; the thump and groan grew louder,
coming, too. Maynard took one look, and then
he put out his arms and herded us back into
our alley again.
whats it about?" had to ask him.
1.-The Aissaoui-the Mohammedan Society of
Jesus. Bound home for their mosque, guess.
They've been out to a torture party somewhere.
Get back"
They were already on us. line Of torches
swung past the alley mouth, ducking to the roll
OF those narrow drums of theirs and that chant
mixed up OF cough and a curse and groan.
had to peek. saw them ranked the width
OF the street. shoulders locked, faces jerked back
In the glare and thrown down to their knees
again with perfect surf Of their greasy scalp
locks whipping the air. Stripped to the waist
they were, and their hides looked green saw
the steel skewers stuck between their ribs and
through their necks. Ughl don't like them.
Well, on they rolled, three wild and woolly
ranks, and behind them ruck of rooters and
hangers-on, going through the same motions of
that hellion rite, coughing and moaning and
throwing their silly heads.
1t was the old tanker that saw He was out
OF that door on the jump.
There! There's my lad Hi sawr iml
S'welp me, sawr i'm, HI did!"
In another wink he had us on the run At
the very flag end of the parade, grunting with
the best OF them, cracking his knee joints in
tune, mouth open, eyes shut loony as a living
loon, was Capt Dplo of the Gravesend Bars
Nail him!" That was Maynard. Even May
nard-the one of us all who shouldn't have
even Maynard forgot to think
We nailed him, never doubt. got him the
finest OF tackles from the rear, burnous and ALL
That was where the bomb went of. wish
you could have heard the Mohammedan So
ciety OF Jesus go up then. And I wish you
could have felt it come down. The last felt
was foot in my neck. The last I saw was
stars.
THE longer lived in Barbary the less I could
understood why we weren't all three laid