The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-01-11

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she is mine, she is mine. I must take
her."
Sweat broke out on the Englishmans
face. He dare not look at the girl. He
faced the Wakl Islander who was so
willing to keep everything quiet.
NO." he said hoarsely. "She does
not go with you. She stays"
He knew that that was the wreck OF
his plans, perhaps his death-and yet
he had to say it, the white blood was
too strong for him.
But, o Hazramut, have bought
her and paid for her. You may not keep
her." protested the Wakil Islander
Nevertheless, keep her. Go thy
way in peace. She stays"
He expected fight, he knew Arabs
but the Wakil Islander did a more
deadly thing. He smiled softly and lift
ed a gold whistle to his lips-only he
never blew it. With the leap of cat
the girl was across the room and had
snatched it from his hand.
The Wakil Islander smiled, net so
softly, and drew dagger. At the
same instant he flung the girl at Glen
Harrington with his left hand and
leaped stabbing. The Englishman had
only time to sidestep both girl and tiow
and swing a heavy left hand punch to
the young Arabs body. The blow sent
Islander staggering across the room,
but it Jared the Englishman to the
shoulder The meek Wakil, it seemed
wore shirt of mail under his s'!ken
robes.
The blow taught the Arab something,
too. He knew he was facing an alert
and dangerous fighter. As the English
man moved after him with his own
dagger out, the Wakil leaped out OF
range as lightly and silently as jungle
beast, and as he leaped he droppei his
dagger and whipped revolver from
his belt. He smiled again as he flashed
this up to shoot Glen Harrington.
It was his last smile. Even as the
pistol rose, the Englishmans hand Jerk
ed and the knife in it flew straight at
the Arabs throat-that shirt of mail
had taught him where not to aim. The
WaNl Islander opened his mouth in
utter surprise, but he had crulnpled
dead to the floor before he could shoot.
Glen Harrington lost no time III es-
Gaping. It was the only thing to DO,
his work was wrecked beyond repair.
Not only had he killed an influential
sheik but Islanders gesture with the
whistle had made it plain that his fol-
lowers waited outside. It could only be
a matter of time before they broke IN
to exact vengeance.
Swiftly the EngliShman bolted the
door and collected the little he needed
for his flight, together with extra gear
and food for the girl. He opened q
divan and took from it very long
rawhide rope. He tied the gear to one
end of this and lowered it out OF the
window. He had everything planned
since the life Of a spy so often depends
on q quick and well thought out get
away.
Curly he explained this to the girl
as he secured the rope and wordlessly
obedient she slid down ahead OF him.
She saw the bitter rage in his face and
was frightened by what she had done,
even if she did not know what she had
done. He had, anyhow. neither the
time nor the mood to enlighten her.
It was to be hard and deadly going
from that moment on if they were to
save their skins.
They had luck with them-the iuck
that had turned it back on him when
he had really needed it for his work.
There was nobody about to stop them
or even see their going. The popping Of
guns and the shouting from the city
explained why. The Publications at
Sharmakays promotion were at their
height and had drawn everybody with
in the walls.
The mean little place where he had
stabbed his two racing camels was de-
serted for the same reason. He b:c:sed
the foresight that had made him buy
two fast beasts, for, driving them at
headlong pace, he was able to put
rather more than the maximum dis
tance between them and pursuit.
They reached hiding place he had
marked on his way up Just before
dawn and lay there all day. They
spoke practically not at all The girl