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

tne millions of unarmed and contented
blacks relying utterly on the protection
OF the whites-on him! He saw the
prosperous coastal towns and the white
men and women who dwe1t in them.
'Ihey were probably dancing at that
very moment in score Of clubs, utter
~ carefree, depending on him
Above all he saw the chill ice of
Verreker's eyes, heard him demand:
Are you going to let savagery and
slaughter run amok over all that just
because of one little fool of girl?'
Verreker clinched it. Verreker would
break him as he would break his own
brother, his own daughter, if they fail
ed in their duty. Verreker was pitiless
but right! So much, so many lives
depended upon his strict devotion to
duty. The girl just had to go by the
board. He had no right to help ner or
save her. He must not even run the
risk of seeing her again.
He could unearth next to no infocma-
ton about the Holy War.
The city was crowded with desert
Arabs and their tribal sheiks. of which
Five Hours" were the acknowledged
leaders. He felt that such gathe ing
could only be connected with the Holy
War, but he could not be sure All
were supposed to be here merely to
celebrate the accession of the Sheik
Sharmakay to the governorship of the
Shashiraz province, and it might only
be usual festival.
If Sharmakay was the new leader,
the Mighty One, then this would be an
excellent opportunity for bringing him
in touch with the tribal chieftains. The
deadly fanatic quality of the panther
inc sheik and his popularity with the
mob seemed to point to it-yet here
again he could find no proof.
For another week he worked very
patiently and cautiously, and though
he made no discoveries yet the solidity
and piety of his manner built up so
sound a reputation of shrewd, cir
cumspect, and incorruptible True Be-
lever, that in due time his care was
rewarded.
One Gay as he prayed in the Great
Mosque none other than the mirc.ng
Imam drew him aside and in guarded
whisper invited him to secret meet
ing of sheiks in his house on the fol-
lowing night.
The manner of the scented dandy left
little to doubt. He had been closely
! watched and now being passed as
worthy he was going to be asked to Join
them in their Holy War. He was 60
ing to be admitted to all the secrets he
was here to discover.
He returned to his room almost sing
ing with elation. He was going to
triumph after all and with a splendid
triumph. In two nights. in thirty hours
he would be master of the facts that
would smash this Holy War and save
the Malaria Colony. In two nights.
And that night the girl came to his
room and wrecked everything.
Directly he heard her painting out
side his door he had a sense of inescap-
able fatality He knew it was she. She
had been his evil genius from the first.
She threw off her head shaw and
showed a face pitiful with terror. She
was so afraid she did not upbraid him
for his desertion, only demanded to be
Jemal Hirsir's treachery.
"He sold me-" she painted incrcoul-
ously. "Sold me, just like these slaves
you hear about. Sold mean En- slish
girl. That's why he brought me here
just to sell me-"
It was worse and worse. She'd run
away and would have all Shashlraz
hunting her-to find her in his room.
She could not have shattered his work
more completely. And yet he strove
even then to save the day. Let him
have only those thirty hours and he
could pull the thing out of the fire.
With cold fatality at heart he tried
to quiet her, tried to think. But she
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