The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-01-04

Glen Harrington Finds HIS
Mission to SAGE Millions of
Lives Endangered By One
English Shopgirl Captured by
Arabs and Bargained for by
Five Shieks.
IN TWO PARTS PART ONE
The girl squeaked with little shake
Of hope and terror:
"Gawd! You amt black! You're Eng
lish!"
The hawk-faced Hazramut sheik spat
a leaf of chewing kat with the contem-
ptuouS disdain Of his race and mur-
INJURED with concentrated bitterness:
keep your nerve, you little fool. Do
you realize my neck, and yours, too,
aren't worth the snap Of a finger If
these people even begin to suspect me?"
cts all right" she muttered. "NOne
OF these brutes understand English"
The silence that had held the smoke
dizzy public room of 1.-THE Han Of the
Five Hours" while he spoke with her
split asunder as the Shashiraz riff
raft at the back commented excitedly
on her fear.
Her fear in fact had placed him as a
new claimant for the girls charms
The onlookers were probably betting
on his purchasing power as he had
heard them bet on the prospects of the
five shieks into whose circle h, had
thrust himself with his ivory snug
gler's swagger. He had suddenly be-
come the dark horse in the White Wo-
man Buying Stakes, and popular as
such with gambling race.
Not all round popular. He heard an
angry snarl from among the five
sheiks. It was from his left. That
would be the one who wore the Hail
turban, Sharmakay the mob had call
ed him. A fiery, dangerous fellow with
the face and instincts of a panther. He
was some one to watch.
His rt-calm glance rested on the
terrified blonde vividness of the girl
while his raging heart cursed her for
being in this most impossible Of all
Arab cities at exactly the wrong time.
The big, matt-black YUM with the
jackals eyes and the perpetual oily
smirk who lowered behind the girl al
ways, came ingratiatingly forward. His
avid eyes were glowing at the thought
of how this new competitor would bnost
up the girls price.
"This YUM is the misbegotten hog
who brought you here, isn't he?"
Eyes," she burst out. That's MN,
Jemal Hirsir. He's the sneakire son
of a she-dog who did it on me. Lied
to me, he did"
Jemal Hirsir's voice was getting be-
tween him and hearing. He waved him
off with bored gesture of pipe-sren.
How can I discover her attributes
and talk with her if dunghill cock
is always Growing in my ears?" he de-
manded with passive ferocity. SILENCE.
o YUM"
IVA sidda! You talk with her, yea,
but what is this strange tongue that
Islam cannot understand" raspcd a
thin old voice beside him.
The Hazramuts slow eyes turned
scornfully. The speaker was the fat old
chieftain the mob had called Barassa.
rich and very crafty.
II talk, o ancient mass Of ignor-
ance," he answered with the deserts
contempt of the Sok, lin her own ton
gue."
"Inglis!" The word seemed to come
from all sides in a serpents hiss. Study
ing the sheiks with his outward nom
chalance he knew that ali were in this
coming war. No five sets of eyes ever
showed so much fanatic suspicion and
death at hated name.
Or, rather, no four pairs of eyes did.
The youngest of the sheiks, the seek
one with the face of baby Brddha,
had not lifted his as he sat rosary in
hand. He would not. He was the
Wakil Islander, very meek, very Idly,
very still of soul, whose pious heart