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ZULEKA 



Being the History of an Adventure in 
THE Life of an American Gentleman, 
WITH Some Account of the Recent 
Disturbances in Dorola * « 



By CLINTON ROSS 



DREXEL BIDDLE, Pobusher, 

DREXEL BUILDING, 

PHILADELPHIA. 

&l Fifth Avinui, 33 BiJfirJ &., Slra,d, 

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Prologue 

Tou asi mty my dear lady, to tell the itary you 
inow, of how yames EnUen — af the race of the 
fighting Ertleens — and /, an American, came to 
do what we did in Dorola, arui of the events which 
followed III hiouan and in Spain. It is a strange 
enough story, perhaps, but you of all the world inow 
that it is a true one, word for ivord, at I have put 
it here ; for it is your own story, as well as mine. 
And as for what was done, it was done mostly ly 
Enleen, and so it is his story as well. But to begin 
it, that lakes me so far hack, — to a time when I 
indeed was so different a person ; to the November 
whin my Father sent for me to go down into Devon ,■ 
and to the tali be and I bad there together. 



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Contents 

Chlptcr Pige 

I. Of the Deling Family Consultation ; and 

of the Viut of Mr. Mahomet All i 

U. OfMr. Hicb 23 

III. Of a Plain Talk at Dorola ; and of a 

Surprising Adventnre .38 

IV. The Sheik of Issouan ; and the Blood 

of the Fighting Enleens ... 46 

V. Mr. Hicks explains Business and Politics 58 

VI. The Fight in the Prison ... 69 

VII. The Expedition for the Reliaf of Rosola 79 

VIII. The Man who carried the Mist . 87 

IX. Zuleka 104 

X. The Catacomb 1 20 

XI. Enleen's Sortie 130 

XII. The Assai^t 1 39 

XIII. Of Mr. Hicks again ; and of Colonel. 

the Vicomte de Saint-Dernier . .157 

XIV. Of the Captain of the Spanish Sloop 

Isabella 166 



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CtuifCer Pige 

XV. The House in the Lane . . ■ '79 

XVI. The Unlocked Doors . , . 1 89 

XVir. The Watch and the Bishop . .198 

XVIII. The Duel in the Jail .208 

XIX. The Alcalde's Court, and a Tale that's 

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Chapter I 

Of the Dering Family Consultation; and of 
the Visit of Mr. Mahomet Ali 

THERE is a. line," said my Father, 
" where a man must stop." 

"Yes," said I rather gloomily, "or — " 

" Or, go to the Devil," my Father went 
on, "But none of us Derlngs have." 

"You have told me, sir, that they all — 
from the first Thomas Dering, my Great- 
grandfather — were as wild as I have been." 

"Ah, that tradition ! We all seem to feel 
that we must live up to it," said my Father 
slowly, walking to the window, and looking 
out over the Devon slopes, brown in the 
late light of the dark November afternoon. 



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I thought how fine an old gentleman he 
was. I wonder if I, too, ever may be like 
him. I hope I may, for we all have been 
much the same, from first to last. There 
have been four generations, each with but 
a single son, a Thomas Dering; there 
have been, they say, always a Thomas 
Dering, Sr. and Jr., since New York social 
life began. And all the men have been 
alike physically, alike mentally; a fierce 
taste for pleasure and adventure in their 
earlier years ; a quiet settling down later ; 
honorable men always, good American 
gentlemen, — every generation slightly 
increasing the family fortune. 

We have lived about a deal, my Father 
and I, since my Mother's death. So it 
happened that I became more a cosmo- 
politan than an American, and knew more 
of the Boulevards and Piccadilly and the 
Corso than of Broadway and Fifth Avenue. 
I was educated at Christ Church ; and then, 
as you know, I wandered about. There are 
temptations great enough in London for a 
young fellow properly introduced and with 
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into one of those old, red-faced fellows 
whose principal occupation is to sit about 
and talk and dnnk. I am going to write 
an essay sometime on the viciousness of 
talk ; I have seen so many clever men ruin 
themselves by its abuse. But why am I 
saying this of London, more than of New 
York, or Paris, or Rome, or Vienna, for 
that matter ? A little conviviality leads to 
great uselessness. 

But to return to the beginning; here I 
was down in that lovely Devon country- 
side, listening to the warning which my 
Father had from his Father, and meditat- 
ing it seriously enough. 

" Now if you would marry," said he,"that 
would help you out of your dilemma." 

" I don't know of any girl I want to 
marry," said I at this, — "whom I can 
marry, that is." 

"That's rather old, but it's gallant," 
sdd my Father, smiling. " There's hope 
for you, Tommy, just as there's hope for 
any man who knows he's been making a 
fool of himself, — just as there's for the 
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"I have heard," said I, "on the au- 
thority of good doctors, that the men 
who become drunkards are those who 
never have a head in the morning." 

*' That's what I mean, my boy," said 
he. "I will go a. bit further: there's no 
hope for a man who is idle and isn't 
bored by it. The trouble with you is 
that you have been idle." 

"'Something for idle hands to do,'" 
said I, beating a tattoo with my boot. 

" Yes, exactly, — the something that de- 
stroys them. You can't go in for horses — " 

" We're not rich enough." 

" Far from it," said he softly, " I'm 
glad to say. We have between us just 
enough to be quiet gentlemen. But we 
shouldn't have had quite enough, my 
boy, if I hadn't been made to work like 
a beaver in Pennsylvania," 

" I don't Hke that word particularly," 
said I, — " 'work ' — with your expres- 
sion, after it — 'like a beaver.'" 

" Ah," said he, " you are lazy, then i" " 

" No, not exactly that. It makes me 
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"Well, I declare," cried he at last, — 
"that's the snobbish spirit I have suc- 
ceeded in developing in my son. You 
forget, — we are Americans, of a race of 
tradesmen. The Venetians and Floren- 
tines were proud of that fact. Why 
shouldn't we be? How many American 
gentlemen, well received here, can you 
find who don't owe their present posi- 
tions either to themselves, or their fathers, 
having been successful in business ? I 
don't know a dozen, and they are mostly 
military or naval men. Look here, Tom, 
I won't have you a snob. I believe I'd 
rather have you kill yourself with dissipa- 
tion or idleness." 

"Yes, it was snobbish," I acknowledged. 
" I'm sorry I expressed it, or thought It. 
As for being lazy, I think the records 
show that I worked rather hard at Rugby, 
— and at Oxford." 

" It's since then," said he, " that you 
have been developing the other thing, — 
not viciousness, — but idleness which may 
lead to viciousness. I am going to warn 
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to me once. * Tom,' said he, ' there's 
just so much whiskey in the world for 
any man, — just so much pleasure, — just 
so much idleness. When you cross the 
line to too much, you get on the side of 
the brutes. Now I propose that you 
brace up, and go to work.' Well, Tom, 
I repeat it to you." 

"That is," said I, "persons with in- 
comes have quite as many problems as 
those who have none. The fight with 
riches is as bad as that with poverty." 

"There's only one fight in this world," 
he said then, " that's the one with your- 
self. When you have conquered your- 
self, you can do anything, A man, God 
has said, first must own his soul." 

I listened there, watching him, thinking 
how unworthy I was, and how fine he, 
and yet he was no prude, in any particu- 
lar. He had done all the things I had 
done. Grimmins came in with lights, 
and drew the shades. 

"It promises a storm, sir," he said; 
and just then there was a sudden gusty 
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" Well," said I, as Grimmins went 
out, " what do you wish me to do ? " 

" First of all I would like to see you 
married." 

" I have been in love twice," swd I. 
" I never regretted 'em over a month." 

" I had been in love five times before 
I met your Mother," said he, smiling. 
"There's hope for you. But, waiv- 
ing that possibility, I have four propo- 
sitions for your consideration. The first 
is to go back to New York and study 
law." 

" I don't believe I have intelligence 
enough for that," said I. 

" The second is for you to enter an 
office in Wall Street, where you will 
begin by doing the work of an office- 
boy." 

" I don't believe," said I, " putting aside 
what I said unguardedly about trades- 
men, that I have any genius for stock-trad- 
ing. I'm not shrewd enough, — among 
a lot of men who live entirely by their 
wits." 

" The third is for you to go to Colo- 



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rado and learn mining under Simmons. 
That may be more to your taste, prob- 
ably, being out-of-doors, and more or less 
an English gentleman's notion of exist- 
ence." 

" I beg your pardon," I said. " I be- 
lieve I said I agreed with you, — that an 
American gentleman's was quite as good. 
I like this better than the others." 

" There's a fourth," said he ; " the 
diplomatic service." 

" You mean to make me a consul some- 
where ? " 

" No, I'm not the administration, nor 
have I a ' pull ' ; but I have you a 
place for a start. You can" learn the 
trade." 

" As Secretary ? " said I reflectively ; 
" and where's the place ? " 

"Dorola; to be sure, it's out of the 
way. But then there are the winter 
visitors. You can make it endurable, I 
know. There won't be any salary, I 
believe, save about fifty pounds. The 
Consul at Dorola himself only receives 
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"What sort of a chap is he?" said I 
musingly. 

"A Western politician of some sort, — 
from Texas, without much money, they 
say ; John Hicks, his name. He's to be 
at the Grand in Paris in a fortnight. If it 
gets so far, you can go there to see him." 

"Hem," said I reflectively, "at the 
Grand, — a politician, on three hundred 
a year ? " 

" You never can tell about an Ameri- 
can's income, I found out, long ago, — 
particularly when he's a politician." 

"He may be," said I, "an unpleasant 
fellow." 

"In any career a gentleman takes up 
in this world," said my Father senten- 
tiously, "he must expect to be thrown 
with unpleasant fellows." 

" You offer me, then, New York, Colo- 
rado, or an obscure place in Africa." 

"You can learn something about the 
work of a consular office, and we can 
look up something better, — say Rome, 
or even London." 

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appeals to me rather more than the others. 
But under our system, it doesn't lead to 
much." 

" It makes you appear more than a mere 
idler. As for it leading to much, we both 
know several men who have followed it 
for years, — whom we respect, and like to 
meet. Now if you painted, or wrote, or 
even were a musician, or a scholar: if I 
hadn't listened to your dear Mother's ob- 
jections, and not given up the idea of an 
appointment to Annapolis or West Point 
for you, — but you can't do those things, 
— which would give you an excuse : and 
I did yield to your Mother's persuasion." 

" Well, well, sir," 1 interrupted, " I'll 
try my hand down there for a while, and 
I'll see if I can't prove that I know some- 
thing besides the points of a horse, or a 
dog, or polite literature." 

"You must know, Tom, I shall be 
sorry. I prefer you to be here, of course." 

The dear good gentleman almost made 
me want to sob ; but I didn't. We just 
pressed each other's hands, and I said I 
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Paris. It would be a beginning at least; 
and something else would turn up. 

*' If I can't go, you shall take Grim- 
mins." 

Grimmins was a man we had had for 
years, a good capable fellow. I protested, 
I should do nothing of the kind. He 
needed Grimmins' attention ; he couldn't 
replace the fellow. 

" But if 1 can't go to Dorola, I must 
feel that there is somebody I can trust to 
look after you," he insisted. " I must 
feel that Tom, — at least." 

"We'll discuss that, sir, afterward," 
said I. 

" Now we will go in to dinner. I de- 
clare, we have been talking here for three 
hours. What a storm that is outside ! " 

The wind indeed was howling, and 
shaking the sash ; for out of the sea had 
come a fierce bit of November weather. 
At the moment Grimmins put his head 
in the door, with a" beg pardon, sir," and 
his usual military salute : he had been, 
you know, a servant to an officer in India. 

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"There be," said Grimmins, "some 
people at the door. Shall I hadmit them, 
sir ? " 

" What kind of people ? " 

" Their carriage 'as broken down, and 
the 'osses *as run haway." 

" Why, show them in here, and stir the 
fire, — a night Uke this! " said my Father 
at once. Grimmins doubtless had known 
this would be the answer, — he knew us 
both heart and soul, the rascal ; for he 
threw the door wide and there entered a 
tall man, closely muffled, and behind him 
two women, who were shivering. I drew 
the chairs before the hearth, and motioned 
to them to take them, — poking the fire. 
One bowed, and took the chair. 

Her face was heavily veiled. Her 
companion stood deferentially in the back- 
ground, and I saw they were mistress and 
maid. 

"Thank you, much," came a voice, 
soft and musical, with a suspicion of an 
accent. 

Meanwhile the man had thrown back 
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vealed one of the most remarkable men I 
ever have seen; that I ever shall see. He 
was tall, I say. His face, looking dark for 
an European's, was rather narrow, coming 
down to thin, firm lips ; the brow high, 
covered by a mass of tangled black hair; 
and all expressed by the most extraor- 
dinarily brilliant black eyes; eyes such 
as those Mr. Crawford describes in mak- 
ing that wonderful fellow Isaacs known 
to us ; like a pair of the most intensely 
brilliant rubies. People in England are 
accustomed to associate a face so dark 
with Indians, Arabs, or Africans. He 
was far from being a black man, you 
know. His features were regular and 
fine; but I was sure he did not belong 
to our race, or have a drop of our blood. 
His manner was easy and graceful, as 
Grimmins took off his coat, showing a 
man dressed in rough tweeds. A single 
ruby sparkled in his scarf; and then he 
turned to my Father, speaking in an 
accent very decided, and yet with the 
English construction excellent, 
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" It would hardly be human, not to 
take you tn out of that storm," said my 
Father. 

" You are Mr. Thomas Dering, I'm 
told, — an American." 

"Yes," said my Father. 

" I, too, am obviously a foreigner," 
said he, smiling. " I am more than that," 
— and he bowed again, formally, — "I 
am Mr. Mahomet AH, at your very good 
service." 

" Your horses ran away, I'm told, I 
am sorry," said my Father, " but only 
for you, for I am sure it has given me 
a guest I shall Hke to know. Grimmins, 
sec that Mr. Mahomet AH's men are 
fed." 

" I cannot expect to catch the nine- 
thirty train to London ? " 

" It is too late," my Father went on, 
looking at the clock. "You will dine 
with us, and I will send you around in 
my trap, so you can get the eleven 
o'clock, — certainly." 

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accept and thank you. I am the tenant 
at Sotherby Hall, and I am now — on 
my way to Paris." 

" You have been in Devon for the 
summer," said my Father. " The fact is 
I hardly know my neighbors." 

"We don't go about at all when we 
are in England. I am only here, sir, 
that my daughter may have an English 
education. Her Mother was an English 
lady." His voice fell low. " My daugh- 
ter, Mr. Dering." 

The veiled one by the fire arose to my 
shoulder's height, and, throwing back her 
veil, she bowed to us both, with a gentle 
dignity that I found hard to remember 
in another woman of my acquaintance. 
But I had never seen a woman like the 
daughter of Mahomet AH. She at once 
changed all my notions of women. Her 
&ce was fair as an English girl's, but 
her eyes were like Mahomet All's, — 
wonderful, magnetic, claiming your atten- 
tion. The brow, low and broad, was 
framed by brownish hair. Her mouth 
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of her face was exquisite. Now, as at my 
Father's request she threw back her 
wrap, and handed it to her maid, — a 
httle Frenchwoman, — she appeared to 
have a hgure increasing her claims to a 
beauty which was both intellectual, and 
yet enticingly womanly. She bent her 
head to me politely, and yet as if she had 
no particular interest in any man. She 
was an English girl, who was more than 
English ; the result of the mingling of 
East and West. I wondered at her his- 
tory, and at her Father; but in England, 
where the whole world is gathered, sooner 
or later, one never ought to be surprised 
by the strangeness of foreign types. Per- 
haps Mahomet Ali saw our inquiry, for 
he hastened to add the one bit of informa- 
tion these people vouchsafed our curiosity. 

" My daughter at her Mother's request 
has been educated in the Roman Church." 

1 pondered, I think, at the mystery 
permitting a Mohammedan — for such 
doubtless this man was — to extend that 
unholy privilege — that damning privi- 
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child. And then I sat down during the 
few moments before dinner to talk with 
Miss Mahomet AH, — to find out what 
she might be like. She turned to me an 
attention, frank, unconcerned as an Anglo- 
Saxon girl's. 

" You must like Devon," I remember 
I began. 

" Yes, much," she said ; " the country 
is so pretty." 

" You live in — Asia ? " said I. 

" Oh, I don't ; we live everywhere. 
But we belong in Africa." 

"Ah, in Africa," I said. " I am going 
there, — to Dorola. Do you know it?" 

'* No, we approach my home by way 
of Algiers. It is Rosola in the moun- 
tains. But then we are frequently in 
Cairo." 

"Cairo is a very interesting place, — 
now that it is a great resort. I have 
been there several winters, putting up 
at Shepherd's." 

" I have heard that is a good inn," she 
said. " But really I don't know much 
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not only because I am very young, but 
it is not the custom with our race." 

" But you are a Christian," I persisted. 

" I have had a Christian education, — 
to please my Mother." 

" I must apologize for my curiosity." 

" I am sure that your hospitality makes 
that unnecessary," she said, smiling, I 
thought the least mischievously ; and 
then Grimmins announced dinner. 

While they were upstairs my Father 
and I discussed our strange visitors. 

" He is a very clever, — a very well- 
informed man ; but he will not give one 
the least clue to his identity." 

"And it happened when we were talk- 
ing of Africa," said I. "There's a coin- 
cidence." 

" She's very pretty. Beware, Tom," 
he replied, laughing. " She's half a 
heathen." 

" I don't know that it makes any 
difference. Did you notice how simply 
she was dressed ? There was not a 
jewel." 

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"Ah, I'm sure." 

" But it's well where women arc con- 
cerned to change your sureties every now 
and then," he observed, and here our 
guests interrupted us. 

They bore through the dinner the 
simple urbanity of the earlier part of 
the meeting; we found nothing to criti- 
cise, while I indeed saw much to admire 
in the young lady with the wonderful 
eyes. 

" Egypt is a place for Englishmen," 
said she. 

"Since they took the suzerainty of 
that interesting- land. Yes, certainly," 
said I. 

"I think I like Englishmen." 

"Ah, I'm only an American," said I. 

" Quite as much out of the pale as I," 
said she with a little laugh. 

" And you have known many — Eng- 
lishmen?" I questioned. 

" How old do you think I may be ? " 
said she slowly. "I'm eighteen, — and 
I told you, — I am not likely to go 
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" So you will remember me," said I ; 
" so you must remember me." 

She turned those startled eyes on me, 
and I felt the least ashamed ; for I remem- 
bered having made a speech of that phras- 
ing before, but never so fervently as on 
this occasion. 

"Yes," said I, " I mean it all, — quite, 
— you must believe me." 

She was blushing a little then, her eyes 
bent down : and Mahomet Ali saw us, — 
with those keen, wise eyes. He seemed 
to look me through and through. 

" The trap is ready for the train," 
Grimmins announced. 

"We have just time," said our guest. 
"How may I thank you, sir?" 

" The storm brought me the fortune 
of a guest," said my Father. 

" When I may be in Europe again, I 
shall insist on you visiting us at Soth- 
erby," the other said. " Unfortunately, I 
have no establishment in Cairo, — or any- 
where else, — where I can now bid you, 
conveniently for either you or myself." 

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riage," my Father repHed, " and take it 
back to Sotherby. I hear the horses 
were caught in the village." 

" You needn't trouble, thank you so 
much more, for my servants will attend 
to it all, sir." 

We were in the hall ; the maid was put- 
ting on the young lady's wraps ; Mahomet 
All was bidding my Father good-by. 

"You came out of the storm, and are 
going back into it," said I to her. 

"An Eastern mystery," said she with a 
smile. 

"Your wit is not Eastern," I said. 

"Sometimes it is," she said more 
gravely, extending a hand, small, well- 
gloved. " I have two natures." 

" I wonder if I may see you in 
Dorola ? " 

" We never go there. But, — it's all, 
you know, as Allah wills." 

" I would be a fatalist if I could believe 
in some things I wish to believe in," said 
I. She looked at me enigmatically, half 
merrily through the veil. We stood out- 
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And so Mr. Mahomet Ali ttnd his 
daughter dined with us in Devon. 

" He is a remarkable man, — certainly," 
said my Father. " Of course his name is 
not Mahomet All." 

" Do the servants know anything of 
the tenants of Sotherby ? " I asked. 
*' Haven't you heard some gossip ? You 
know I have been down here so little." 

" Of course gossip, but there is nothing 
enlightening," said he. " It seems to mc 
you are turning mighty curious, Tom. 
But then the girl was interesting. I dare 
say you haven't changed your mind about 
the Secretaryship at Dorola. I fancy you 
will be as ready as before to go over to 
Paris, and to look up our Western politi- 
cian. Hicks, the Consul. Eh, he n»y be 
a disagreeable fellow." 

"I will take that risk, sir," I replied. 



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Chapter II 
Of Mr. Hicks 

IT has been the custom of my family 
for three generations to put up at 
an old, — it was opened they say by the 
Great Duke himself, — but always com- 
fortable hotel on the Rue de Rivoli, 
where you can look out on the garden 
of the Tuileries from the front windows, 
and from the inner on a little court with 
a fountain. There Grimmins and I ar- 
rived one December morning, for my 
good Father had kept on insisting that I 
should take Grimmins. It indeed seemed 
to me — for I was still very young in 
those days — that a great deal had hap- 
pened since the night when the Secretary- 
ship at Dorola had been proposed to me. 
I must confess that the event had been 
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man and his daughter. It was a matter 
impressing both of us much because of 
the very extraordinary character of our 
visitor ; not, as I have said, that any 
nationality in particular astonishes in 
Great Britain, any more than in those 
earlier days when Indian nabobs had 
made strangely attired retinues features 
of London. But here when we had 
been talking of Africa, Africa had been 
thrust on our attention. Nor, indeed, 
could I get out of my mind the girl's 
remarkable eyes. They troubled me in 
some way ; I never had thought so much 
about any living woman; I declare, not in 
my two hot-and-cold love affairs. From 
a hotel in Clarges Street frequented by 
personages Mr. Mahomet AH wrote a 
polite note thanking us more particularly 
for our hospitality, and then disappeared 
from our ken without giving us an address 
to answer. We, indeed, tried Sotherby 
Hall, — that we might make an oral in- 
vitation to visit us again a definite one ; 
but the servants there did not know of 
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not to admit that they knew. I myself, 
I will confess, conducted the investigation; 
not my Father, who never would have 
thought of doing such a thing. Very 
probably I should have looked up the 
agent with the property in charge, had 
I not been so busy with my projected 
visit to Africa. 

My Father, who followed me up to the 
lodgings we have frequented for years in 
Half-Moon Street, persisted in equipping 
me with everything, as if I were going 
after tigers in India, or into " darkest 
Africa," instead of to a place much fre- 
quented in winter by polite Europeans. 
He loaded me with rifles and some good 
pistols, and saw himself that the tailor 
made my duck things exactly as they 
should be. I myself had a round of 
visits to pay. I had to take a dinner 
with my friend Jemmy Simpkins. It was 
no more than polite for me to pay a pro- 
longed visit on Lady Flora Gadsby, the 
most charming woman in London, who 
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between this and that, and my ferewell 
to my dear Father, — we dined alone in 
solitary state at the Pidgeon Club look- 
ing out on Piccadilly, — the two weel^ 
were about up when I took the night train 
for Paris. In the morning as Grimmins 
brought in my boots, I remembered 
I had some visits to pay there too. 
I treated the little affair of going down 
as American Secretary to Dorola, you will 
notice, indeed most seriously. But after 
my coffee, only stopping for some violets 
for my buttonhole, at the flower girCs 
around the corner, I hastened to see my 
superior, Mr. Hicks of Texas. The con- 
cierge pointed out this individual with a 
great deal of gusto, and I saw at once that 
Mr. Hicks had won the Tega.rd which 
continental lackeys give to the lavish 
abuser of fees. 

Now I will confess I had expected a 
tall, angular individual, like the gentle- 
man in one of Bret Harte's stories, with 
a long right hand always covertly ex- 
tended toward his hip pocket. To the 
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meet me was very^ well dressed indeed ; 
his tailor was every bit as good as mine. 
The only difference in dress was, that he 
had a large diamond in his scarf which 
I by no possibility could have wished to 
wear. The man himself was one of those 
short, compact men who impress you with 
the possession of great physical power and 
endurance. His face was round, red, his 
lips hid by a heavy mustache, with a 
projecting whisker on his chin. But his 
shifty eyes — they never for a moment 
looked you straight in the face — im- 
pressed me most disagreeably. They 
were little faded green eyes, with lines 
and wrinkles about them; and I won- 
dered as I noticed them if Mr. Hicks' 
very black hair were not the result of dye, 
— or a good wig-maker. Soon I saw 
that he wore a black wig, and that he 
ready was much older than the black 
mustache and whisker declared him. 

'* You're Mr, Dering, eh ? A very dis- 
tinguished family, sir. Now do come in 
and have a drink ! No ? " 

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comfortable if I refrained from drinking 
until after luncheon. 

" You see," he went on, " we men, 
brought up in the Southwest, don't have 
much polish." 

" You have force, maybe," said I. 
" Now don't let me interfere with your 
cocktail. I believe they know how to 
make those things at this hotel." 

He acknowledged that they were rather 
good, and proceeded to take three in rapid 
succession. 

"You're not much of a business man? " 
he said, looking me over. 

" Well, no," said I ; " I don't" believe I 
am, Mr. Hicks." 

" If you had a little capital, I could 
put you on to some very good things in 
Dorola." 

" There's a chance for investment? " 

" Do you s'pose, sir, that I would be 
down there for a paltry fifteen hundred a 
year if there wasn't ? " 

" What kind of investment ?" 

" Selling things," he replied. 

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"You represent some American factories, 
then ? " 

"Well, yes, I get a commission on some 
things," said Mr. Hicks slowly. " You 
won't find your duties very hard, dancing 
and riding and playing polo. Then the 
Sultan, who killed his father and five 
brothers to get there, is not a bad sort." 

" Not a bad kind of a bad man," I am 
afraid I sneered ; for the Consul looked 
at me as if he thought I were quizzing 
him. 

" I expect," said he, " that the Secretary 
under me will know enough to keep his 
mouth shut about what happens in the 
office." 

I am afraid my disfavor was in my 
eyes and in my tone. 

" I think, Mr. Hicks," said I, " if we're 
going to get along, we may as well under- 
stand ourselves at once. Of course you 
will be my official superior down there ; 
but I permit no man to speak to me in 
that way." 

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" It's very evident, young man, that 
you never have had a training in an Amer- 
ican business office." 

" I should like to have had it," I re- 
torted, " in some offices. It doubtless 
would have made me more practical." 

"Yes, that's it," he cried, "more 
practical. You don't look at things in 
the same way. You have to get on, or 
fail, and when there are the shrewdest 
fellows in the world arrayed against you, 
you have to be as shrewd as they are. 
There's no halfway in business. You 
can be what you want to in private 
life." 

"A church deacon," said I, "and a 
very slippery individual in your business 
office." 

" Oh, I didn't say that ; as the Jew says 
in the fiirce, ' pizness is pizness.' It's just 
a question of your bringing up." 

"But," said I, "you, Mr. Hicks, are 
United States representative. Can you 
reconcile that position with a business one ? 
Don't you see if the people down there 
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will hold the United States responsible, — 
that the country loses prestige ? " 

" Why don't they pay salaries big 
enough; so a man need do nothing else? 
I'm not like you, Mr. Dering, a rich man. 
They know I'm not Hving for my health." 

" What a foolish nation, which, having 
the slightest need of a representative to 
look after its interest, doesn't have a 
diplomatic corps, — men trained as they 
are for the army or the navy," I re- 
marked. 

Mr. Hicks looked me over narrowly, 
and then tapped me on the shoulder in all 
frankness. I never but once have seen 
him more frank. 

"You're right, my boy, quite right. 
I've the position because 1 did some 
service to a certain politician from my 
state, — that's all. It's just give and take, 
you see, — nothing more. Now if I were 
a rich man, I might not care. But when 
I'm recalled, my ' pull ' may be gone. 
Who knows ? Will the country take 
care of me ? I guess not. So a man is 
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have since the days when in my town it 
was a matter of the first gun out. But," 
he leaned toward me, " I have the biggest 
scheme on foot now. If it goes through, 
I shall be as rich, — well, as the Duke of 
Westminster, or the Vanderbilts, or the 
Goulds. It's a ticklish job too, and I tell 
you one thing right here, John Hicks 
stands by the man who stands by him. 
Do you understand? If I am once your 
friend, your friend always, — through thick 
and thin." 

For a moment he paused, and then 
with a friendly smile he extended hts 
hand, which I took much against my 
will. 

" I think we shall get along very well 
indeed. Our bringing up has been dif- 
ferent, — that's all. You've had ease and 
luxury, and I've had to work, — work. 
Now do sit down to lunch." 

Such was my first interview with a man 
who was to have a very serious influence 
on my life, had I known it that moment. 
It's well, perhaps, that we can't foresee 
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gone on exactly as I did if I had foreseen 
every foot of the way before me. 

I totd my superior as poUtely as possi- 
ble that I would report to him in Dorola 
within the month ; but that I had to stop 
at Nice on my way down, and probably 
should cross over from Marseilles or 
Genoa. I failed to tell him that I had a 
servant with me ; for I fancied that he 
would hold me in supreme contempt for 
indulging in such a luxury. But here 
I was entirely in the wrong; he was of 
that class of persons who respect all 
things which money can buy ; and they 
falsely hold that money can buy all things. 
In a great country, where the gentleman 
and the tradition of the gentleman, of 
honesty, have always prevailed, this class 
still is persistently evident. They are the 
wreckers of corporations ; they are the 
men who buy and sell the political patron- 
age of a state, or even of a nation. But, 
after all, they are but incidents. Back of 
them all is the American strength, the 
American integrity, the feeling which 
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the people, renders impossible the viola- 
tion of a national promise. If the wicked 
at times prevail in the United States, they 
after all don't prevail very long. 

So, if it were possible for a man of 
Hicks' class to obtain a position like 
that of Dorola, there are, I am glad to 
say, few such abuses. In the Northern 
European countries, and in Great Britain 
and the United States, the standard of 
official honesty is very high ; and the 
venality among the Asiatics and Spanish 
Americans almost incredible; still in all 
these countries there ever have been 
exceptions proving the rule. 

Now I appear to be starting this narra- 
tive by calling my superior a dishonest 
man. I hadn't the slightest proof that he 
was, save that his code of ethics, approved 
indeed by some of his associates, — the 
code of outwitting a rival at any cost, — 
was one entirely abhorrent to the tradi- 
tions of my family ; but, then, I must say 
that the Derings never had been put to 
the test of the need of such a philosophy. 

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my engagement at Nice, for, to tell the 
truth, I hadn't &ncied having him as 
travelling companion to Dorola. He 
would become, I thought, an insufferable 
bore before we should reach our destina- 
tion. But unexpectedly I found myself 
borne out by drcumstances. For as I 
was crossing the court of my hotel whom 
should I run across but a Christ Church 
friend of mine, the Honorable James 
Enleen. 

" Where are you going now, Tom ? " 
s^d he. 

" To Dorola." 

"Why?" he asked. "You will find 
it dull, though there's some good shooting 
in the mountains. But I tell you what 
I will do. The Dor'tnda is at Nice. I'm 
going somewhere, — sick of this life ; and 
I'd as lief take you across." 

I told him I should like it immensely, 
for I preferred crossing the Mediterra- 
nean in a big steamship, like Jim's 
Dorinda, to doing it on any one of the 
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some days, for I anticipated being at first 
considerably troubled with ennui, 

When I told him why I was on my way 
to Dorola, he looked at me in wonder. 

" They say that fellow down there is a 
thundering rascal." 

"What do you mean?" I asked, lean- 
ing forward, and surprised at this confir- 
mation of my own notion. 

" Oh, this leaked out. Everybody 
knows it, including Httle Brooks, who's 
our Consul down there. Brooks hates 
him. You know I was in Dorola for a 
month last February. - You see this fellow 
has been selling rifles for some big makers 
somewhere, and taking a commission from 
them of course, and securing beyond that 
a hundred per cent advance on the gun- 
makers' regular prices. So his principals 
are satisfied with their legitimate returns, 
less Hicks' commission, and Hicks him- 
self has been able to net a profit of fifty 
per cent on the prices of the guns." 

" I thought you said a hundred per 
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bribed the Sultan of Dorola with the 
other fifty per cent to let him sell rifles 
to subject tribes which are in a perpetual 
state of revolt." 

" The deuce ! " said I. 

"How's that for a situation ? " said 
Jim. 

" But the Sultan is increasing the power 
of his dangerous subjects," said I musingly. 

" What does he care ? He wants to 
increase his supply of champagne and 
wives," said Jim. " He believes in the 
present, — the old black duffer." 

" I wonder if there's not some other 
consideration," I asked ; " the situation 
hardly seems possible." 

" There may be," Enleen acknowl- 
edged. " But you must remember that 
the Orientals are still the most astute 
politicians in the worid. Look at the 
Turks." 

" I think," said I, in a moment, " that 
the United States may need a Secretary 
in Dorola. I may have found a career." 



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Chapter III 

Of 3 Plain Talk at Dorola ; and of a Sur- 
prising Adventure 

I SAW my superior take on an expres- 
sion of surprise when I walked up to 
the little low Consulate building at Do- 
rola in Jim Enleen's company. He was 
very affable, and courteous to us both, 
and after Jim had gone and he had re- 
cited a list of my duties, — which I need 
not repeat here, — we sat outside on a 
terrace, with, before us, the shimmer of 
the bay where Enleen's Dorinda's long 
white outline was by far the most impos- 
ing sight among the shipping. 

" He's an awful swell, ain't he ? " Hicks 
began at last. " He was here last winter. 
It must take a pretty big pocket-book to 
keep up a ship like that." 

" Oh, he's Lord Denburden's grand- 
son," said I. 

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" So I have heard," Hicks went on. 
"You know a lot of swells. If I did, I 
tell you what, I could make no end of 
money. Now don't you think you could 
induce him to put some capital into some- 
thing or other? I have the brains, you 
know, if I do say it. All I need, you 
See, is the capital." 

When I didn't answer, he added : 

" I'll make it worth your while." 

" Is it, Hicks," I said then, " a scheme 
like that of the sale of rifles to the moun- 
tain tribes ? " 

He seemed to reflect for a moment, 
looking at me out of those shifty eyes. 
But he was a man equal to most emer- 
gencies. 

" You've heard that story ? They're 
still talking about it ? " 

"Yes, I've said I know about it. 
Look here, Mr. Hicks, is it true ? " 

" What if it is ? " 

"I was wondering" — for I remem- 
bered that self-control profits a man on 
most occasions — " how you induced the 
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" Every one of 'em, from the old beg- 
gar down, has a price," he said evasively. 
" People don't know all they're talking 
about. There may be other considera- 
tions, you know." 

" I thought so," said I. " I thought 
so." 

" I am no fool at a business transac- 
tion," he went on. 

" One of the biggest I ever knew," 
I cried, losing my temper. 

" What's the matter with you, any- 
way ? " he retorted. 

" I'm Secretary of this Consulate," 
said I. 

" What of that ? " he retorted. " I 
have things so fixed that nobody can 
complain. The Sultan is satisfied, ain't 
he ? The mount^n chiefs are satisfied ? 
Who's there to be hurt by it, I'd like 
to know; not the United States; I've 
seen to it that they can't be, in any pos- 
sible way." 

" Have you reported it to the Depart- 
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" Because, if you haven't, I, as Secre- 
tary of this Consulate, certainly will," 
I retorted, now in all calmness. " I don't 
care whether I may be right or wrong. 
I am inclined to think I am right. You 
had the chance to negotiate on both sides 
because you were Consul of the United 
States. You have worked it prettily, I 
confess. You have satisfied the mountain 
chiefs, the Sultan, the gun-makers ; but 
unfortunately you haven't me, until I 
hear positively that the administration 
may approve of your course." 

For a moment Hicks looked at me, and 
I at Hicks. Then, rising, he said, " I 
saw the first time I Iwd my eyes on you, 
that you were a precious fool." 

Having expressed this opinion, he 
turned on his heel and walked into the 
house. For a moment I was not sure 
but that he was entirely right. I had 
shown my hand too soon by half. The 
Consul and I stood opposed to each other 
from that moment. I wondered where Jim 
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As I passed through the court and the 
garden, 6'agrant then with roses, as I 
looked up into that clear blue sky, the 
situation did not appear much clearer; 
nor as I turned into the street, and 
strode down into the native quarter. 

I am not writing a description, but a his- 
tory of an adventure. You must not ask 
me to tell of the shuffling. Oriental street, 
of the squat-legged merchants, the veiled 
women, the wonderliil blacks, the mosques 
rising above the squalor, — the Sultan's 
palace on its tittle hill with the red-fezzed 
soldiers before its gates ; nor much of the 
prison at the hill's foot ; but I shall have 
something to say of that later. 

There, I turned back from the Old 
Town, threading my way through the 
bazaars along the road to the European 
quarter and the Consulate ; past the big 
hotels overlooking the bay, — their piazzas 
crowded with invalids, and people simply 
leisurely, who were seeking the sun and 
the blue sky. I might have gone up 
there, and gossiped, and made the ac- 
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yet to meet the other Consuls, and the 
other Secretaries, and their families. For, 
save in the case of the United States, the 
Powers send their cleverest representatives 
to Dorota, — a place to be watched. No 
Power can tell when another may step 
in to lay claim to the little country, in 
redress for some real or pretended griev- 
ance. Usually the harbor is scattered 
with war-ships of every nation. Then it 
happened there was not a war-ship there. 
I wanted with all the impulsiveness of a 
very young man to find a good staunch 
American captain; that I might go and 
lay my quarrel with the Consul before 
him. Jim probably had gone back to 
the Dorinda. I didn't inquire. Instead 
I went straight back to the Consulate. 

As I entered the house two soldiers of 
the Sultan — dirty, picturesque fellows — 
rose and saluted. Inside were half a 
dozen others, with a boyish lieutenant 
in command. Standing, his face gainst 
the window, was a prisoner. Something 
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Suddenly he turned, and I saw the man 
who had dined with us that night in 
Devon. 

" Mahomet AJi ! " I cried. 

" I am known by that name," he said. 
His wonderfiil eyes seemed dimmed. I 
saw a sorrow had changed the man. 

" You can't speak to the prisoner," said 
the Moorish Lieutenant in French. 

"Why is he in the Consulate, then?" 
I said. 

" He is brought here, monsieur, by the 
order of His Gracious Most Wonder- 
ful Majesty the Sultan, to see My Lord 
the Consul, Hicks." 

"And the Consul is not here," I rea- 
soned. 

" No, monsieur." 

" Then I represent him," I went on, 
still in French. " If this prisoner be sent 
to the American Consul, the Consular 
Secretary may speak with him. Besides," 
I added, remembering that there are 
times even for lies, "Monsieur Hicks has 
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The statement was risky enough from 
any point of view. Hicks might enter ; 
even might be in the house. As it hap- 
pened, he was not there. And the Lieu- 
tenant, assured by the servants that I was 
indeed the Consul's Secretary, made a 
deep bow, when I motioned Mahomet 
All into the next room, which, luckily, 
was empty. 

"How does it happen," I asked quickly, 
"that you, a prisoner of the Sultan of Do- 
rola, are sent to the American Consul ? " 

Even as I said this I remembered that 
I was interfering most remarkably with 
my superior's afl^irs. I had defied him, 
and yet, if I but knew the situation bet- 
ter, might he not prove to be entirely in 
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Chapter IV 

The Sheik of Issouan ; and the Blood of 
the Fighting Enleens 

NOW it occurred to me that I had 
Grimmins to carry messages, and 
so with a " pardon me " to the prisoner, I 
sent for that worthy, who already had 
declared that Dorola was a " rum spot." 
It was curious that in my little walk 
I hadn't before thought of Grimmins. 
When he appeared, I said briefly : 

" Get word to the Dorinda for Mr. 
Enleen to come here, bringing with Mm 
Mr. Brooks, the English Consul." 

" Yes, sir," said Grimmins, who would 
have gone through fire and water for me. 
And he hurried away. 

" Now, sir," said I, turning to the pris- 
oner, " please to explain how you, whom 
I saw so lately as a gentleman travelling 
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in England, chance to be the prisoner of 
the Sultan of Dorola, and why, above all, 
you are here ? " 

He stood there tall and noble, distin- 
guished, the very last man in the world to 
look the prisoner's part. He appeared 
so diffi^rent from any man I ever have 
seen in adversity; as if, indeed, nothing 
could daunt him ; you could kill this man 
without having revenge; his soul was 
above any of his enemy's methods. 

** They dare to do it because now I am 
a man without a country," he said in 
English. "There was a time, Mr. Der- 
ing, when it would have been diiiferent 
with the Sultan of Dorola." 

" But Hicks ? " said I ; " the Consul ? " 

"It is his idea," said Mahomet Ali, if 
that were his name ; and then he went on. 
losing as he spoke the Western manner- 
ism which he had ai&cted in Devonshire. 

" In the mountains yonder," and he 
pointed at their dim blue line,"are Issouan 
and Rosola. I, sir, am the Sheik of 
Issouan. No Sultan of Dorola has ever 
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questioned the independence of my people, 
— my people, I say, sir, — fifteen hundred 
souls all told, shepherds and hunters, my 
Father's people, and my Father's Father's, 
back to the beginning. We have gone 
into the world, the men of my family; 
we have been Viziers to the Sultan at 
Constantinople, — Allah be blessed. But 
always we have returned to Issouan, — 
always it and its secret have been ours. 

" Nor, sir, has any Sultan of Dorola 
conquered us, — for we could buy peace 
of all the peoples in Northern Africa, 
small though we might have been. 

"Then there comes to Dorola this 
man from over the seas, and he hears 
there is a treasure in Issouan descended 
from a King of Egypt, my ancestor, and 
he says to the Sultan of Dorola, — the 
dog ! — we will stir up the hill tribes by 
giving them rifles for them to conquer 
Issouan. For the Sultan of Dorola can- 
not approach Issouan if the hill tribes 
oppose him. So the Sultan, the chiefs 
of the hills, and this man, enter into a 
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ten attendants, they seize me, and bring 
me here. To-night, sir, I die." 

" Why? " siud I ; " because you will not 
tell the secret they believe you have ? " 

" They will torture me, sir, until I die. 
Your Consul has the power of life and 
death over those he may imprison in 
Dorola." 

" Yes, I know that," I said soberly. 
" There must be some ground for sup- 
posing the treasure exists, or else he would 
not take the risk." 

" It exists," said the Sheik of Issouan 
simply; "but they shall not find it. Even 
now they may be about Rosola. And " — 
his face twitched like a man who has 
a great mental stnig^e — " Zuleka is in 
Rosola." 

" Zuleka ? " I asked. " The young lady 
I met." 

" Yes, she is there ; but she has three 
hundred men who will die for her. I sent 
her on from the coast before me. I was 
delayed by a message from Constanti- 
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of this extraordinary story. Here was a 
man whom I had seen in England, who 
had proven to be a mountain chief of 
Northern Africa, who confessed to great 
wealth and whose tribe had maintained 
an independence for years by bribing 
their more powerful neighbors, — so that 
no one dared exterminate them, and 
take their property. I did not know at 
that moment what I was to learn later, 
that the Sheiks of Issouan were powerful 
politicians in Turkey, and that the fear of 
the Sultan of Turkey had for generations 
added to the respect in which they had 
been held by their troublous neighbors. 
I did not know that this man, Mahomet 
Ali, now was under the Sultan's disfavor, 
and banished, — which accounted for his 
incognito in England. But Hicks, who 
knew of all these circumstances, had art- 
fully stirred up the cupidity of the hill- 
tribes and of Abdul Mahommed, the 
Dorolan Sultan. The plot was astound- 
ing, as it was revealed to me that moment. 
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Never once did I doubt the existence 
of a treasure somewhere in those blue 
mountains of Issouan. My intelligent 
compatriot wouldn't have gone into the 
enterprise if he hadn't been sure. 

" You think they will torture you ? " 

" I am sure," he said calmly. 

"I am sure they won't," said I, grind- 
ing my teeth. 

" How can you prevent Abdul Ma- 
hommed treating a prisoner exactly as he 
wishes ? " 

"True. He will claim that you are 
his subject," said I, musing. " But you 
must believe I will get you out of this 
in some way, despite the Consul of the 
United States, a rascal in this position of 
trust. 

"If they should kill you, the secret of 
the treasure would die with you, wouldn't 
it ? " I asked. 

" No ; it would not die with me. Zu- 
ieka knows. They, in fact, know where 
it is." 

"How is that?" I asked. 

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are only three persons in the world who 
know how to get to it." 

" Who are they ? " 

"Zuleka, I, and one other." 

"I see," said I. "They know, should 
you be killed, that they must take Zuleka 
in the mountains. She is protected by 
three hundred men of your tribe." I had 
a vivid picture of the girl with whom I had 
talked that evening in Devon. My heart 
beat tumultuously ; and I felt suddenly 
helpless. "And there is that other ? " 

" They know him, but they can't hurt 
him. For he is neither living nor dead." 

I paused for a moment to consider this 
extraordinary statement; and then I re- 
membered I was in the Orient, where men 
hold the supernatural as not only possible, 
but probable. One must change one's 
point of view under such circumstances, or 
else he certainly is a fool ; that is, you are 
a fool for regarding as a fool an Oriental 
who makes an astounding statement. 

But, indeed, I had no further chance to 
question the prisoner ; for the door was 
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came in, — as angry a man as I ever have 
had the pleasure of facing. 

" What' re you doing here ? " he snarled, 
showing his teeth, which were pointed and 
wolfish. 

" I am thinking, Mr. Hicks, that if 
there were an American war vessel in the 
harbor, I should have you in irons in a 
half hour." 

Now that remark might have been in- 
discreet ; he might have had me arrested 
and thrown into prison with the Sheik of 
Issouan, and he could have explained that 
I had died of malarial fever. All this, 
indeed, was quite possible, had it not been 
for the fact that Jim Enleen and Brooks, 
the English Consul, were in the anteroom. 
Grimmins had delivered his message with 
a promptness that probably saved me. As 
for Hicks, he knew the game was up. He 
was perfectly aware that should one of 
Admiral Smith's vessels put in at Dorola, 
he would be investigated. Still he might 
not have cared so much at losing the Con- 
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him put in irons : I do not know that I 
could have proven any crime. Probably 
as a private individual he was entirely 
within his rights in negotiating with 
Abdul Mahommed ; probably Abdul 
Mahommed had legally the right of life 
and death over the Sheik of Issouan. I, 
at least, couldn't free the prisoner with the 
soldiers on guard. It was only another 
one of the million cases of Oriental out- 
rage ; no better, no worse. 

It takes a long time to write down what 
runs through one's mind in a second ; far 
I saw these things, as I turned on my heel 
and went outside ; not giving Hicks the 
chance to say a word. The Lieutenant 
and the squatting soldiers stared apatheti- 
cally. And, surely enough, as I had con- 
jectured, Enleen and Brooks were outside. 

" Come with me," I said hurriedly. 

" You are devilishly pale, Tom," I 
remember old Jim said. 

" Devilishly mad," I retorted. '* I pre- 
sume you are Mr. Brooks," I added to 
his companion. 

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cried. " I thought I had introduced 
you." 

" I want to tell you both a story," I 
said when wc were on the sunny street. 
" I practically, on my own authority, shall 
assume possession of our Consulate." 

" How can you ? " 

*' Will you support me ? " I asked 
Brooks. 

" How can I ? What's the story ? " 

" I don't know that it will do much 
good," I went on. " I don't know that 
I can save a man's life by doing it. He's 
likely to die to-night." Then I told 
them the whole story. As I feared, the 
English Consul agreed with my own theory 
of the case. He could do nothing. All 
I could do was to prefer charges against 
the American Consul, and that would take 
time. 

"Then if either of us had a man-of- 
war here we couldn't interfere," Enleen 
put in. 

" Most certainly not. This Sheik of 
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"A private individual might," sud Jim. 

" What do you mean ? " Brooks asked. 

" Well," said he slowly, " I have fifty 
men on the Dorinda. Supposing I land 
twenty 'Jacks' to-night, armed with 
Winchesters. What if I should break 
open their prison. I think my twenty 
men would do that in a hurry, be- 
fore the Mogul could get his army 
started." 

"You run the danger of having the 
Dorinda sunk by the forts." 

"I don't believe they can shoot straight 
enough," said Jim airily. 

" Besides you may be killed yourselves 
and thrown into that very prison," Brooks 
went on. I was not talking. I was think- 
ing of the girl back somewhere among 
those blue mountains. 

" Besides," the Consul swd, " it would 
be piracy." 

" Yes," said this descendant of a line of 
English sailors, " it will be. Wc will do 
it this very n^ht, and if we catch your 
esteemable fellow-countryman, Hicks, we 
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My boy, if we're to be pirates, we will be 
trae ones." 

"Why do you do it?" I asked. 

" The man's case, and I believe for the 
fun of it. I've been wanting an advent- 
ure all my life." 

I started to tell him of Zuleka, the girl 
of Issouan, but then I hesitated. I felt, 
oddly enough, that he would tease me 
about her; and why, indeed, shouldn't 
he, and why should I, who only had seen 
her" once, be teased ? I considered this 
for a moment as we walked along. I 
remember a band was playing on the 
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Mr. Hicks explains Business and Politics 

I HEARD a great cardinal once say 
in a little church in London that 
God judges men by their hearts, not their 
intellects ; by the deeds they do through 
impulse rather than by what they do with 
caution. If I am a Protestant, the holy 
fece of that preacher is before me still. 
He was a man most distinguished for 
intellectual achievement, and perhaps the 
words meant more from him. I remem- 
ber I asked my Father if that reason- 
ing were so, how was it to be exptuned 
that the world is developed by intellect. 
"Yes, that is true; but there always have 
been more great deeds done through im- 
pulse," he said, smiting. " But don't you 
rely on it, my boy; it's a bad general 
theory, and will lead you into no end of 
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I think Jim Enleen and I debated this 
thoroughly in discussing the details of 
our plan to save the life of the Sheik 
of Issouan ; and yet neither he nor I 
retreated from the position that this de- 
scendant of a line of s^lors had taken. 
" If it be piracy," said Jim, " they're a set 
of pirates, anyway. They're every bit as 
bad as when they used to scuttle ships> 
and put their crews in slavery, and that 
American captain — Decatur, wasn't he? 
— gave them all a drubbing. Besides, 
we take a chance of losing our lives. I 
shall state the case &irly to my men." 

We, indeed, took a fearful chance, and 
among those narrow, full streets, crowded 
with Mohammedans who could and would 
fight dogs of unbelievers to the end. 
There exists a tradition in Dorola — as I 
believe in all Mohammedan cities — that 
it is never safe for a Christian to go into 
the Old Town without a guide ; and not 
at all after dark. Murder walks openly 
in the streets of Dorola. The native 
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calmly watch, and know, and don't inter- 
fere, because the government is lawful 
enough. I remembered my little walk in 
the town ; the varied humanity ; the tal! 
Bedouin, grave and beautiful in his rags ; 
the half-hid hatred you see in those towns 
as you pass by. Yes, we took a good 
chance of losing our lives ; yet, I am 
glad to say now that neither that, nor any 
other consideration, stood in our way. 
We did not change our minds. 

While Jim went back to the Derinda 
to lay the matter before his crew, who 
loved him as only an Enleen is loved by 
his men, I sat down in Brooks' office 
and wrote out some charges against the 
American Consul. I did not know how 
great weight these words would have, 
since I was about entering on an act of 
piracy. But I remembered at least that 
I was engaged with a member of one 
of the most powerful English families. 
Brooks, in his position, would not listen 
to our undertaking. He secretly, I be- 
lieve, approved of it ; at any rate, he 
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didn't believe could become a fiict. Bid- 
ding him good-by, in the spirit of the 
joke, I returned to our own Consulate, 
remembering that Grimmins and some 
of my things were there. Part of the 
boxes were still on the Dorinda; besides, 
I wanted to state frankly to Hicks that I 
had carried out my threat, and had made 
a fair report to the Department of his 
negotiations in Dorola. 

The courtyard was cleared of the dirty 
soldiers and their prisoners. But I ran 
squarely on my former superior. He was 
very pale, and, I saw, a man in some per- 
plexity. 

" Back, eh ? " said he. " Got over your 
temper?" 

" I came back to tell you that I have 
laid a statement of the ai&irs of this Con- 
sulate before the Department. Also I 
want to demand that you resign, now, at 
once." 

" To you ? " said he. " Well, I guess 
not. You must think me a blank 
fool. Besides," he added, "if this thing 
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tion I want; I haven't done anything 
criminal." 

" Will that man they brought here be 
killed to-night ? " I asked. 

" How do I know ? He ain't my pris- 
oner, but Abdul Mahommed's." 

" You suggested seizing him," I said. 

" Well, now, look here. 1 rather like 
you, Dering, though you are so damned 
meddlesome. I un't any particular grudge 
against you. So, look at the case. 
These fellows' down here are a set of 
robbers and thieves, you know. They 
probably would have killed Ahmed 
Pasha, anyway — " 

I interrupted him at the name. 

"You don't mean to tell me that the 
Sheik of Issouan is that Ahmed Pasha, 
who directed Turkish aflFairs, and is now 
banished? " 

" Yes," said he, " the same fellow. 
The Sultan of Turkey won't protect him, 
— would like to see him killed. Our 
friend, Abdul Mahommed, up there in the 
palace on the hill, knows that well enough. 
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s'pose he explained — have kept their 
independence through all these centuries 
by bribing the mountain tribes to pro- 
tect them ag^nst the Sultans of Dorola. 
There hasn't been to this day anybody 
with the head to bring about concerted 
action, you know. I probably shouldn't 
have done it, if that fellow hadn't been in 
disgrace at Constantinople." 

"Yes, I see," said I. "I admire your 
frankness." And indeed I must confess 
I really did. 

" Well, if you do, why should those 
heathens get all that money ? Sooner or 
later, sure as shooting, they would. I said, 
*John Hicks, do this on the division 
principle.' Isn't it better, Mr. Dering, 
that a Christian gentleman should have 
a share rather than it should go to all 
these robbers ? " 

" The Asiatics are cunning, but it takes 
one of us to manage them," said I, 

"Yes, that's it exactly," he said with 
considerable pride ; " that's just the 
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sion, can you make them treat you 
fairly ? " 

" Well," said he, " it chances that no 
one of them, nor, in ^t, no two probably 
would. But a half a dozen probably will. 
Then there are some Frenchmen in the 
scheme." 

"Frenchmen?" said I. 

"Yes, refiigees from Algiers. Well, 
I've told you pretty nearly all. I don't 
see how you or anybody can prevent it, 
because this Issouan is a fief of Dorola, 
just as Dorola is a fief of Turkey." 

"Yet," said I, "you, Mr. Hicks, will 
see this man tortured and kilted ? " My 
anger rose as I looked at him, in&tuated 
with his own cleverness ; without a moral 
idea in his being. 

"Why, Dering, haven't I said, he 
probably would be killed, anyway ? Htf 
has iatten into the hands of his suzerain, 
— that's the word, ain't it ? " 

" But you arranged it." 

" I believe firmly," he retorted, " that 
it's better for a Christian to have a hand 
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the methods some of our big families took 
when they 6rst got their money." 

" You scoundrel ! " I cried. " I've a 
mind to kick you like a dog." 

"Take care, Mr. Dering. I have a 
temper." 

" Well, I won't deny you that," stud I. 
" But here again I make my two demands. 
The first is, that you save the Sheik of 
Issouan's life." 

" 1 can't. The ai^r has gone too far." 

" The second is, that you resign your 
position, now, — and put me in chai^ 
here." 

"You don't believe I will do that, Mr. 
Dering. If they or you prefer charges, 
they'll have to remove me in the regular 
way." 

" Well, the chains are preferred," I 
retorted ; and turning I went into the 
house. I found Grimmins arranging my 
linen, and I told him to follow me to the 
Dorinda. 

" Leave the things here," I said to him. 

Hicks was still standing outside, medi- 
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me that the man might be mad. At any 
rate, if he were, he was a dangerous, since 
a persuasive, madman. He stilt treated 
me as if I were a misguided, unpractical fel- 
low, badly educated. He had not shown 
the least sign of anger in the remarkable 
conversation I have recorded. He had 
stated over ^;ain what the Sheik of Is- 
souan, or Ahmed Pasha, if you will, had 
himself told me ; what in addition to the 
Sheik's statements I had surmised. He 
plainly believed that his enterprise was 
quite legitimate. Or, at any rate, if he 
now were angry, — as he certainly had 
been at my interference earlier in the day, 
— he had the tactful self-control not to 
show it, 

"What do you want to make such a 
fiiss for?" he asked. I looked straight 
before me, without answering. " I s'pose 
you'll get Enleen to chase over to Algiers 
after a war-ship ? " 

But Grimmins and I kept on our way. 
This parting thrust, however, left me re- 
lieved ; for I felt he was incapable of im- 
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doing. So quixotic an enterprise would 
have been quite beyond his comprehen- 
sion. But we would try it, come what 
might. Then I thought of the girl, born 
of the English mother, — back up there 
at Issouan among the blue mountains. 
Her Father must be saved for her sake, 
if for no other reason in the world. 

The sun was low as Grimmins and I 
walked down from the narrow ill-smelling 
streets of the Old Town, with its yelping 
wolfish dogs, its ragged picturesque popu- 
lation, — the grave Arabs a-donkcy-back, 
and as we came to the pier, a litde caravan, 
with the mse-eyed camels, swung past us. 

Peters, Enleen's boatswain, was waiting 
at the pier, with two white-jacketed tars. 
" Mr. Enleen expected us on board." 

" Well ? " said Enleen over the side. 
"Any change?" 

" None," I said. " It's the only way to 
save the man's life." 

"Oh," said he a moment later, "I 
have laid the matter before Ferguson " 
(Ferguson was the captain). " He said 
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— Ferguson and I. They said, 'We'll go 
wherever an Enlecn leads." ' You'll take 
care of us, sir,' as Peters said. That's the 
lay of ground, Tommy. I'm going to 
take thirty of them, — all old men-of-war 
men, — thirty instead of twenty. We 
will have that fellow out of prison at nine 
o'clock, God helping us." 

"You're indeed a regular old pirate, 
Jim," said I. 

" I've often regretted I wasn't in the 
service. But my Grandfather wouldn't 
have it, — after my Father was drowned. 
The trouble is with Lord Denburden ; he 
married too much money, and he wants 
to keep his descendants from being men, 

— as we used to be. I wonder what he 
would say if he knew what we are going 
to do this night ? " 

" I wonder what my Father would say," 
said I, thinking of that dear old gentle- 
man alone with his books and the dogs in 
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The Fight in the Prison 

WELL, we left the Dortnda promptly 
at nine, with steam up and ten 
men in charge. For we had decided to 
crowd the boats a bit. Every man had 
his Winchester, his pistol and cutlass ; for 
the Dorinda was kept by her owner 
equipped like a man-of-war. The night, ■ 
as if the weather were in fever of our 
enterprise, had turned cloudy and dark. 
The lights gleamed from the European 
quarter, with its hotels, and fitfully from 
the Old Town. 

And Jim and I felt an enthusiasm I 
would give much to have again. We 
were burning our bridges ; we were turn- 
ing pirates. But we were glad of it ; and I 
think every man there shared our feelings. 
They were as fine a lot of seamen as were 
ever brought together by a rich owner, 

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good pay, and excellent treatment. More 
than that, they had a fine Northern scorn 
of Africans and Asiatics. They had heard 
a man's life was to be saved ; and they left 
the consequences to their employer. Was 
he not an Enleen, Lord Denburden's 
grandson ; one of the richest, most power- 
ful men in Great Britain ? he would look 
after them. There, indeed, had not been a 
dissenting voice. 

We landed on the sandy beach, just 
below the pier. Not a soul seemed to be 
in sight. Then, leaving ten men to care 
for the boats, with instructions to wait 
until the very last possible moment, the 
rest of us formed, and trotted up toward 
the old gate under the shadow of the 
wall. I have forgotten Grimmins. There 
were thirty-one of us. Grimmins insisted 
that he had been an officer's servant in 
India, and that he should be in the fight, 
if there was to be one. " 'Ow should Hi 
hexptain to Mr. Dering, senior, hif you 
shouldn't come back, sir, — when Hi 'ave 
known you, Mr. Tom, boy hand man." 
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A dirty soldier stood in the shadow of 
the gate. I don't believe that gate could 
work on its hinges, anyway. The senti- 
nel was present to stop us; and Enleen 
feared he might make trouble. So we 
bound him with some rope we had 
brought along, and soon were in the nar- 
row foul streets. Here we gained atten- 
tion at once. The fact that the English 
gentleman was taking his crew out for a 
bit of exercise at nine-thirty of a dark 
night was not enough to explain that 
formidable array. Dogs yelped; women 
and men came out and execrated us. 
We had, in short, a yelling mob at our 
heels, which we, however, kept well ahead 
of, although now and then a Jack had 
to knock a man down with the butt of his 
Winchester. 

The prison, an old dismantled affair, 
stands, I believe I have said (and you 
probably know Dorola ; if you don't, read 
your Baedeker), at the foot of the palace 
hill. I had some misgiving lest the Sheik 
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that had not occurred to Jim. But we 
kept on, now that we were started. Be- 
sides, Brooks had said that the torture 
was usually done in the prison. 

The street widens as you come into the 
square of the prison. The uproar had 
borne itself with sullen insistence before 
us. Two b^^y-breeched soldiers stood 
by the prison ^te and, craning his neck, 
the same Lieutenant I had seen at the 
Consulate. 

Enleen dashed on before they had a 
chance to say a word, and had pushed 
inside, guns ready. We came all at once 
on to a court, lit by torches ; there were 
twenty more of the Sultan's soldiers here, 
with, on a little dais, a big, black, bearded 
man, Abdul Mahommed himself, — as 
unpleasant an individual as I want to see. 
B^re him, with perfect dignity, stood the 
Sheik of Issouan. 

Never, I think, was a man more as- 
tounded than was this servant of Allah, 
this greatest of great Kings, who had 
slain a father and five brothers to get his 
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pccted such a scene. He gave a shout, 
and we were down on them, — having the 
advantage because they were unprepared. 
The court was filled with cries and oaths, 
Moorish 2nd English. I know that I en- 
gaged in a hand-to-hand conflict with a wiry 
fellow. Presently it fell stiller. They were 
prisoners, or dead, or wounded. Some- 
body relit a torch. I saw Peters stand- 
ing in front of the prisoner, and Abdul 
Mahommed of Dorola was rolling over on 
the pavement like a man in a fit. Our 
Jacks were disarming some men ; but I 
saw seven bodies on the paving, and one 
was that of a seaman, who was being lifted 
up under Enleen's direction. 

" I wish we had time to free the rest of 
the poor devils," he said. " But we must 
get out of this. It will be too hot for us 
in a minute." 

The hubbub outside now had become 
terrible. To it was suddenly added the 
roar of a volley from Captain Ferguson 
and his ten men, who had been detailed 
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wounded seaman — who had a nasty knife 
wound — and Ahmed Pasha (the Sheik, 
you know) were put in the centre. Then 
with the order we filed out to support 
Ferguson, and to break through the mob 
in the square, back to our boats. 

" Their cavalry is coming down fi-om 
the palace. We'll have to hurry, sir," 
Fei^son ssud. 

" Ready, men ! " 

And we burst out ; Ahmed Pasha and 
the wounded man in the middle ; we 
fighting, and struggling through the mad- 
dened ^natics, with the Dorolan soldiers 
we had disarmed in the prison close on 
our heels. It was well done, capitally 
done. If it had not been for the disorder 
of a mob suddenly confronted by a body 
of disciplined men, we never should have 
done it, I am sure now. As it was, it 
was wonderful enough. 

Fei^son led. Enleen, Peters, and I 
managed the rear, backing, firing. Up 
there in the European quarter they doubt- 
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he, as I say, never had such a surprise in 
all his experience of men, and of Eastern 
politics. 

I have heard often how men feel in their 
first iight. I have read that interesting 
book, both London and New York 
have been talking about, by a very 
clever countryman of mine. And didn't 
Frederick the Great, King of Prussia, con- 
fess that he ran away ? As for me, my 
memory of that retreat is that my rage 
passed. I felt a dull pity when I saw 
some of the mob fall. We must have 
killed or wounded at least a score. But, 
after all, it was either our lives or theirs. 
There was no halfway line for us, while 
behind was the fear of the cavalry. 

We had reached the unused gate before 
they dashed down the narrow street. 
We sank down, ready to receive them, 
while Ferguson hurried the prisoner and 
the wounded man down to one of the 
boats. The streets were narrow, as you 
know, and we decidedly had the advan- 
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boats. The prisoner and the wounded 
man were already embarked. 

" Count your men," said Enleen, stop- 
ping. "We mustn't leave one for those 
brutes to tear to pieces." 

" Six in the other boat, seven with 
Beck, thirty-four, all told." 

" All right," sang out our leader, and we 
were at the oars. As the last boat put out, 
the belated cavalry came prancing and 
cursing, — although we couldn't under- 
stand their lingoes. Then they began to 
fire ; but we just bent to our oars, know- 
ing the Dorinda was the place for us. 
We remembered the Sultan of Dorola 
had an old tub of a gunboat somewhere 
along the coast. We remembered that 
fort on its hill, and just then a ball flashed, 
and there rang out a report among the 
bedlam of noises. Bells were tolling. 
A perfect inferno seemed to possess the 
old town of Dorola; and bright lights 
flitted from the palace on its hill. I 
never may forget that night ; how at last 
we climbed over the Dorivda's side, — 
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move. The shots from the fort fell 
about us ; not one touched us. The 
Doriitda's speed increased. 

" I told you they were bad shots," said 
Enleen grimly. 

" But good fighters," I put in. 

"Yes, they will iight, — that's certain." 

The turmoil fell behind. We were out 
of riie harbor. 

" 1 don't thmk there's any doubt of our 
bring pirates," said Jim. 

" But at least successfal ones." 

" That will be a consolation when they 
hai^ us," Lord Denburden's grandson 
acknowledged. 

Such is the true account of the causes 
leading to, and the actual act of, piracy on 
the part of Jim Enleen's yacht Dorinda ; 
and sudi was the beginning of the defence 
of Issouan against the intrigues of a lot 
of Orientals, one Yankee, and a French- 
man, whom we didn't know at that time, 
although, as I say. Hicks had mentionc;d 
him to me. 

" I wonder what Hicks thinks ? " En- 
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" That we are fools ; that the complaint 
gainst him will amount to nothing be- 
cause made by a man who has turned out 
a pirate ; and finally, and totally, that he 
will succeed yet." 

Jim mused for a moment. " I must 
see what the doctor says of Beck's wound. 
I must thank the crew, and tell them that 
I will see that they don't suiFer. And 
then, we must look to the prisoner." 

" I am here, sir," said the Sheik's voice 
over our shoulders, " as much in debt as 
a man can be." 

" Well, you see," said Jim, blushing, I 
believe, if it hadn't been too dark for us 
to have seen him, " it really was, sir, the 
only human thing we could have done." 

I was glad Jim made that speech. I 
don't know what I should have said. 
It's embarrassing sometimes to be thanked 
and praised. It's easier to do things, as 
Enleen says. But then Enleen did this 
thing, not I ; it was his su^estion, his 
men, his pluck, his lack of consideration 
of personal consequence. 

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Chapter VII 
The Expedition for the Relief of Rosola 

ENLEEN has said often in recalling 
his first impression of Ahmed 
Pasha, — for I will call him that from 
now on, — that he felt him to be a cultivated 
gentleman, in the way that some of those 
Turks are, with more, a reserve of honesty, 
which all Oriental diplomatists do not 
have. For Ahmed Pasha was first of 
all a diplomatist, and the history of his 
life is one of the most wonderful true 
stories I ever have heard. But of that, 
presently. 

He expressed himself very simply and 
directly for all the favors we had done 
him ; and then proceeded to state his own 
situation. 

" My daughter is in Rosola, besieged 
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yet given up. I ask you to let me off 
in the morning, at some point of the coast 
— if you will." 

" His daughter," said Enleen, looking 
at me keenly. *'I don't believe you men- 
tioned her, Tom." 

" Well, I don't believe I have," I said 
rather guiltily. 

" Have you met her ? " 

" Yes, we dined one night at Mr. Der- 
ing's place in Devonshire," Ahmed Pasha 
put in. 

"Is it true, sir, — it must be, since aU 
this rumpus has been kicked up, — that 
you have a treasure in Issouan ? " 

" Yes," said the other gravely, " quite 
true. It has supplied my bmily's needs 
for many generations." 

" I fancy you are an older family than 
the Enleens," Jim sud. " It must once 
have been something rather big, and must 
be still for them to be looking after it, — 
and taking so many risks." 

" It is considerable," said the Ahmed 
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you taken it and invested it in anything 
in London, — in consols, in American 
railroads, in real estate?" 

"Well," said Ahnred, smiling, "you 
have a right to ask questions, after the 
service you have done me. I will ex- 
plain. The tribe of Issouan dways has 
been independent, both because the diiefe 
had money to bribe their neighbors, and 
because they all, including mysdf, have 
been successful diplomatists and politi- 
cians, — in Rome, in Egypt, among the 
Moors in Spain, with the Turks. We 
always have had three or four hundred 
fighting men. While that is not so many, 
to be sure, we have been protected be- 
yond bribery by the fear of our power 
in the outer world. In fact, in our long 
line, I am the first who has been exiled 
twice. The first time, although I was 
under sentence of death, I returned to 
Constantinople through Persia in the train 
of a French diplomatist. There at some 
risk I regained the Sultan's &vor. I 
have lost it again, as you know. Ner 
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ment between Abdul Mahommed and the 
hill tribes to pillage me." 

" I think we made that same Abdul 
think a bit about it," s^d Enleen senten- 
tiously. "What can you, sir, do alone 
and unaided in Issouan?" 

" I will do what I may," Ahmed replied. 

*' There is no power you can call on ? " 

" Issouan is a fief of Dorola." 

"Yes, yes," SMd Enleen slowly; and 
then he turned to me. " You know, Tom, 
we are pirates already." 

" Yes," said I ; "we have decided that 
we must be." 

" Then," said he eagerly, " will it make 
our case worse if I persuade thirty of our 
men to go with us to help the Sheik in 
Issouan ? " 

I had been thinking of this myself, but 
I had not dared to formulate it. We had 
violated the laws of nations most certainly; 
how should this make the matter worse ? 
— and I thought of the girl up there in 
the mountains. If the blood of the fight- 
ing Enleens dedded Jim, I think the 
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Ahmed had listened gravely while we 
talked of this ; and now he said he could 
not suffer us to do it. It was not fair to 
us. We were young men, Anglo-Saxons. 
We could not afford to meddle in an 
Oriental embrt^Ho. He appreciated our 
kindness, but he could not allow it. Jim 
s^d nothing to this; only bent his 
head as if agreeing, although I knew, his 
mind once made up, nothing could change 
him. 

*' I, now, have something to say to the 
men," he said. " Will you come on deck 
and listen ? " 

When they were assembled, he thanked 
them all for the good fight they had 
made in the prison. He shook Peters' 
hand, and Ferguson's, and the men 
cheered. 

" But, men," he went on, " this advent- 
ure is not over. This gentleman " — and 
he pointed to Ahmed — " is resolved to 
go to his own little mountain land, which 
is besieged by those savages. I, James 
Enleen, cannot let him go alone. Mr. 
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you to go, but those who wish to stake 
their fortunes with ours in this aSsar may 
say ay, and I shall hold it agdnst no man 
if he may not wish to take the adventure. 
For, after all, a man's first duty is to him- 
self, — to his wife, his children. As for 
myself, I shall make my will to-night, 
which will hold with my fiimily, — al- 
though no lawyer shall draw it up, — and 
every man who goes with me shall have 
five hundred pounds." 

As the men cheered, he continued : 

" I shall leave the Dormda with Mr. 
Mackenzie." 

Mackenzie was the mate, and now he 
stepped forward. 

" Not with me, sir, for I will go with 
you." 

"All who will go with me on these 
terras, come aft then," Jim cried ; and, I 
declare, every man of that crew crossed 
over. 

Then Jim took oiF his cap, as we stood 
there under the stars, and he said with a 
choking voice : " I thank you for it, my 
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resents an outrage wherever it may be 
done. But you all can't go. Twenty 
men must be left with Mr. Mackenzie to 
look after the Dorinda." 

When Mackenzie again expostulated, 
he said that Ferguson was the mate's su- 
perior in rank, and that as he had volun- 
teered, he must let him go. But he left 
it with Mackenzie to select the twenty 
men who were to remain on the DorinJa. 
He instructed the mate to keep along that 
coast, and to surrender the vessel to none 
save to an English war-ship. He him- 
self would write out the explanation of the 
affair at Dorola, word for word ; and he 
would promise them that the Enleens 
would see that they came to no harm nor 
want. He went below and wrote this 
paper, and when Ferguson brought the 
list of the twenty men Mackenzie had 
selected as a crew, and of the twenty-nine 
who were to go, he drew up the will — or 
request to his relatives — he had prom- 
ised, adding a provision of a hundred 
pounds each for Mackenzie and his men. 

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vously pacing about. I think now that he 
did not know what to say in his apprecia- 
tion of this surprising treatment at our 
hands, — at Jim Enleen's hands, I should 
say ; and when I say that, I can add that it 
seems to me one of the finest undertakings 
I ever have known or heard of. Here 
was one of the fighting Enleens, as noble 
as any of the great captains of his line, 
starting out to head an expedition which 
promised no honor, only obloquy, and 
the satisl^ction of the spirit of adventure, 
and of helping those who, so far as the 
nations were concerned, were quite with- 
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Chapter VIII 
The Man who carried the Mist 

IT was near dawn I think before one of 
us took any sleep ; and I, for my part, 
was tired enough after the exciting events 
which suddenly had seized the humdrum 
course of my life. So when Grimmins 
shook me roughly, it hardly seemed as if 
I had closed my eyes at all. On deck the 
men, after a hasty breakfast, were already 
assembled. Every one of the volunteers 
was equipped with his Winchester, pistols, 
and cutlass, and a three days' supply of 
bacon and ship biscuits. For although 
Issouan is but thirty English miles inland 
from this part of the coast, we did not 
know by what devious route we might 
have to approach the little mountain land, 
besieged as it now probably was by all the 
tribes in its neighborhood, as well as by 
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whatever force Abdul Mahommed would 
be able to put into the field. 

The Dorinda now lay at anchor close 
in under the coast which lifts suddenly at 
this spot. A scurrying wind had scattered 
the low clouds that had helped our attack 
on the prison. The Mediterranean lay far- 
reaching and smooth under the low winter 
sun. The shining expanse was scattered 
with sails, with on the northern horizon 
the smoke of steamships, which might or 
might not be seeking the Dorinda. 

The boats were lowered, and we were 
over the side, — while the men shouted 
ferewelis. 

" Remember the orders, Mackenzie," 
Enleen cried back. 

" Ay, ay, sir," came the mate's sturdy 
reply, and we had left the good ship be- 
hind, and before us lay a great uncertainty. 
The man for whom we were taking the 
risk sat gravely scanning the coast we 
were approaching. Jim Enleen himself 
stood erect and strong, every line of his 
figure showing a man who is born to com- 
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" Who would have thought, Tom, to 
see me dallying in Park Row last summer, 
that I should undertake war on my own 
account, as if I were a reigning sovereign ? " 

"We can't count on you, Jim," I said, 
laughing. 

"Just think, I was sending women 
flowers then, and making love to little 
Fanny Barclay. This is better than one 
of Fanny's smiles." 

*' I thought you were rather badly hit, 
Jim," said I. 

" And now we are on our way to assist 
the oppressed, and to rescue a besieged 
maiden, — as if we were in a novel with 
buried treasure included." 

The Sheik turned, appreciative of our 
humor ; for, as I say, he was one of those 
men who have lived much in a cosmopoli- 
tan society. 

" I understand your English rather well. 
You know I married my wife in England, 
where I was attache on the Turkish em- 
bassy." 

Jim whispered to me, " Then he had 
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said I. And Ahmed Pasha, without show- 
ing that he had heard us, answered the 
question. 

" There are some women in this world, 
young men, who are greater than one's 
theories, — even than one's reUgion. You 
must beheve me, although you never may 
meet such a woman. When the lady, who 
was my daughter's mother, gave me her- 
self, I had a trust, to respect her prej- 
udices. For her people were bitterly 
opposed to such a match, you may believe. 
And what pleases me now, my friends, is 
the thought that I think I made her 
happy. And now she knows that, despite 
the feelings of my people, I have brought 
up her daughter as she wished." 

"A good woman," said Enlecn slowly, 
" can do a deal for a man. One meets so 
many who, if not bad, pretend to be. A 
man sometimes begins to think that the 
good ones are alt gone Irom the world." 

" You will find out sometime, perhaps," 
said the Sheik of Issouan ; and Enleen did 
not answer. He, too, looked grave. 

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journey, Enleen asked me if I remembered 
the story of Lady Mary Geron, the then 
Lord Duesdal's second daughter. " It 
was before your time in England, of 
course, but old women tell it over now. 
She ran away with a young member of 
the Turkish Legation, — one of the hand- 
somest of men, they say ; I can believe it," 
he said, pointing to the Sheik. " Then," I 
said, " she has the blood of the Thorn- 
tons." " You seem mightily interested in 
the girl I haven't seen," Enleen retorted. 
But to return to the narrative, which I 
am anticipating. We made the landing 
at the place Ahmed Pasha directed, one of 
the most lonely spots on the coast. Then 
with a last good-by to the boat crew, we 
started inland. The march would be a 
long one, as a good deal of it must be 
hill climbing, and our thirty miles easily 
might turn to fifty before we could find it 
safe to approach Rosola. The rising plain 
which lay before us under that winter morn- 
ing North African sun, showed now and 
then some wild rider, — who shouted and 
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of Dorola. We felt the more as we 
advanced how perilous the expedition 
really was ; how easily we might be sur- 
rounded and cut to pieces. The Jacks 
after some hours began to grumble a bit, 
as they will ; for the long march began to 
tell on men unaccustomed to much walk- 
ing. We regretted that we had no horses 
nor camels, although the Sheik assured us 
that he should be able to get donkeys 
sometime after noon, — if the enemy had 
not already burned the village for friend- 
liness to Issouan. 

I must not delay too long over a descrip- 
tion of the journey or the country. This, 
indeed, is not a traveller's note-book, but 
an account of what actually happened to us 
adventurers in that North African journey: 
a particular explanation, which I believe 
never has been given, although indeed 
the journalists have been keen enough 
about it. They are enterprising fellows, 
those journalists ; but, even if they may 
be zealous, it's surprising how much use- 
less fiction — to say nothing of useless 
facts — you take with your morning paper 
and coffee. 



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Well, we stopped for lunch of bacon 
and biscuits by a spring that welled from 
a hillside. We started on, and came, an 
hour after noon, to the vill^e of the don- 
keys. There the chief fell on his face 
before Ahmed, as if he had been a god, 
and explained in Arabic that war was in 
Issonan, and that all the mountain vill^es 
had been burned, and the women and 
children and cattle and goats carried 
away, — although many of the families 
had escaped to Rosola, which still held 
out, Allah be thanked. I saw Ahmed's 
face turn fierce, and he cried out pas- 
sionately in Arabic, and, although we 
did not know the tongue, we knew he 
was vowing vengeance, "eye for eye," 
"tooth for tooth." Then he sent on a 
runner to announce his approach to such 
of his tribe as might be hidden in the 
mountains. 

When Enleen told the men, they for- 
got their weariness, and pushed on with 
all their first enthusiasm. The ground 
lifted. It is, I believe, one of the fairest 
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land scattered with wooded clumps, and 
above the blue and gray peaks. Ahmed 
had thought it prudent to take the round- 
about way, and when we went into camp 
that night in a narrow ravine, we were 
joined by twenty of the men of Issouan, 
— whom the runner had found, — tall fel- 
lows, almost white, with strong fine faces. 
Their dress is like that of the ordinary 
Bedouins, but they themselves are of an- 
other race, with the distinction that a 
lineage of mountain living gives a line. 
They, too, brought the news that a great 
army besieged Rosola, and that the Sultan 
himself was there; with all the mountain 
tribes united into one army, and a French- 
man directing the operations. 

" Who is this fellow ? " Enleen asked. 
" I hope I may hang him." 

" He is the leader of a body of deserters 
from Algiers, — a man, born nob!e, — 
a well-mannered, but treacherous man," 
the Sheik said. 

"Are there many of these fellows?" 

" About a hundred, I believe," the 
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all kinds, you know, — not necessarily 
French." 

That night as I lay under the stars, I 
could not sleep. A man can't change sud- 
denly into a campaigner with none of the 
habit of it. Above on the heights were 
the stealthy sentinels, men of Issouan. 
Around me slept our men. There was 
Enleen, sleeping the sleep of the just. 
There were the boson's burly form, and 
Ferguson's slighter figure ; and there was 
the Sheik not sleeping nor lying down 
at all, but thinking of Zuleka up there in 
Rosola; and I, too, thought of her with 
dull despair. And then I must have 
slept; for Grimmins was shaking me, — 
Grimmins, who was proving as good a 
soldier as any one of us. 

The camp was stirring, and after the 
hasty breakfast we stole up the narrow 
ravine in single file. Above hung the 
pines ; and occasionally a great bird soared. 
The sky was wonderfully clear, and the 
high altitude we had reached exhilarated 
us. Two hours must have passed, before 
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called to Enleen and me ; and we followed 
to the top of a rocky ledge fringed with 
bushes. Then there burst on our view 
one of the most remarkable sights of my 
life. I always shall hold that the first 
view of Rosola is a wonderful one ; and 
now we saw it with all the surroundings of 
an army, such as Mahomet may have ted 
out of Arabia, seeking conquest, Heaven, 
and houris. 

Before us was a level tableland, perhaps 
five miles across. At its very centre an 
oblong precipitous rock rose five hundred 
feet, surmounted by the towers of a village 
which projected above a battlemented wall. 
I saw, even at that distance, that the archi- 
tecture of the place was not of the Roman, 
the Saracen, nor of the more recent periods ; 
Rosola was certainly very ancient. Up 
two sides of the cliff precipitous paths 
rose to narrow gates. These appeared to 
be the only possible entrances. Whatever 
defence the rock might be able to make 
against modern artillery, — the artillery in 
use since 1870, — it once must have been 
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Now on the wails we could see dark 
figures, muskets in hand. 

The Sheik said, " Ibrahim ! " 

" How is it provisioned ? " asked the 
practical Enleen. 

" If there are seven hundred people 
there, as I am told, — for not more than 
ten days." 

Enleen looked at me, and I at him ; 
and then we watched the tableland, black 
with a multitude ; a great army for that 
place. I believe there must have been 
three or four thousand men, — and such 
a varied lot as you may imagine if you 
have read the great Gordon's journal ; 
or even if you have been a tourist up the 
Nile. They completely surrounded Ro- 
sota on its rock. And the reason that 
Jim and I looked at each other question- 
ingly, was that we saw no way under 
Heaven how we could get into the fort; 
it seemed as if our journey had been 
wasted. What could we do even if 
we were there ? Still it would profit the 
garrison to have such an addition as En- 
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And then as we debated, a strange, a 
wonderful thing happened. I hesitate in 
recounting it here. If it were a lie, it 
would be believed; as a truth, it will 
appear a lie. 

Now I have heard stories of Oriental 
m^ic, as you all have. I have believed 
them up to a certain point. I never 
before had seen anything such as we saw 
there ; and yet, indeed, it might have 
been due entirely to natural phenomena. 
But the occurrence, coming as it did, 
when the question of entering the for- 
tress seemed insoluble, certainly was pass- 
ing strange. 

For as we three stood there watching 
the scene, our men back of us, a hundred 
feet or more, — a fourth was in our group, 
A man, thin, dark, wiry, old, naked save 
for a loin cloth, a great white beard fall- 
ing over his breast and hiding his face, — 
a man with tangled white hmr and sunken 
far-away eyes stood among us. I rubbed 
my eyes, and Jim his. But the Sheik 
fell down before him, exactly as the 
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the donkeys had fallen down before the 
Sheik. 

Then the stranger extended long skinny 
arms toward the tableland, and began a 
low chant in a tongue I never had heard, 
— in a voice which was as an echo. 

And suddenly, although I swear a 
moment before the sky was clear as a 
bell, the scene blurred. A damp mist 
bit our faces; it was as when a ship 
plunges into a fog bank. The chant 
grew low and stopped ; the fog scurried 
in waves about us, and we heard the 
Sheik's voice to Enleen. 

" Form your men in two's," he swd 
almost imperatively. " Have every man 
put his left hand on his neighbor's 
shoulder, and sling his Winchester 
over his own ; his cutlass in his right 
hand." 

He himself led us down to where we 
had left the men ; and I think it was 
the Sheik rather than Enleen who formed 
them. For all was a white blur before 
our eyes. I have been in London of a 
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his horse's head ; but I never have known 
a denser fog. I remember now that I 
heard the boson exclaiming at the sudden 
changes in the weather of that mountain 
land. 

" We are to pass through their ranks 
in the mist," said the Sheik, still in the 
tone of command. He had himself, as 
I have said, formed the line. So at the 
word we started, he leading, Enleen and 
I close at his back. 

" Not a word," he said. 

So we began ; Enleen and I yielding 
to this domination, like men in a dream ; 
and so we passed on, we knew not whither, 
but down a smooth path, and then over 
some levels of tall, tangled grass. An 
hour must have passed. Every man had 
his cutlass drawn, as ordered ; Enleen and 
I, our revolvers. But the Sheik had 
noted some openings in the line. He 
knew from memory, perhaps almost by 
instinct, every foot of the tableland. An 
hour must have passed with only the 
tramp of fifty marching men, the twenty 
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vious night making our force that number. 
These fellows formed the rear of the Hnc. 

After an hour, for the progress was 
necessarily very slow and difficult, the 
way began to rise, and the mist lifting 
we saw we were treading a well-worn 
path ; and suddenly the fog swept away. 
Yes, swept away ; for with a rush of cold 
wind on our faces, we found ourselves in 
the sunlight under the towering walls of 
Rosola. 

Back of us rose a cry of amazement, 
a babel of tongues. 

" Ibrahim ! " cried the Sheik at the 
gate. 

Bullets suddenly whistled, and there 
was the rattle of an irregular discharge. 
There was an answer from our rear, which 
had faced about, and from the battlements 
above, whence was a shout. And then 
the gate opened, and Ibrahim, the Sheik's 
Lieutenant, stood in the way. 

As we rushed in we saw a long narrow 
street, into which we ran ; a tumultuous, 
shouting crowd of women and children 
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clanged the gate, while the firing con- 
tinued from the outside and the battle- 
ments. 

" I must see my daughter, if you will 
excuse me," said the Sheik urbanely. 
Suddenly he was again Ahmed Pasha, the 
urbane polished man of zSairs, who had 
dined with us that night in Devonshire. 
" Ibrahim will look after the men, and I 
will send for you directly," he added. 

He walked up the street, the women 
and children falling down before him, 
and crying out, and following him. 

Enleen turned an amazed, frightened 
face to me. 

" Did that naked chap carry the fog in 
his pocket, or did it blow down from the 
mountains ? " 

"We don't know the weather in this 
country, Mr. Enleen," Captain Ferguson 
observed. 

" It's a rum sort o' weather, anyway," 
we heard one of the men say. 

" A sailor orter expect anythin'," began 
another. " Now this reminds me of ofF 
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Then Enleen and I looked around at 
his huddling crew. Jack may be brave 
indeed, but when he faces the super- 
natural he turns your arrant coward. 

" Why, it was just fog, boys," Enleen 
cried. 

"Why, just fog," echoed the boson. 
And, directly in the sunlight, they began 
to believe that was indeed all it was ; just 
fog. Now, as for me, I can't be sure ; it 
probably was; the supernatural may not 
exist. I only have put it down as it im- 
pressed us then. It was, at the most, a 
curious coincidence. 

The meanwhile the musketry kept up ; 
and Ibrahim from barring the gate turned 
to us. 

" If you will follow me, ExceUencies," 
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Chapter IX 
I Zuleka 

AFTER the episode of the mist, 
natural or supernatural, although 
it might have been, the sound of our own 
English on the tongue of a miid-iooking 
fellow, — as the mountaineer Ibrahim cer- 
tainly was, — I think reassured all of us, 
from the merest sailor up to that " fight- 
ing Enlecn" who really led the expedi- 
tion. Then for a moment we looked 
around at the high mountains and the 
line of irregular roofs against them, and 
the matter-of-fact blue sky above. 

" These men of mine are to be used in 
the defence," Enleen hastened to say. 
" We only want something to eat, and to 
have the chance to look over your works." 

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been with my master much about 
Europe." 

" Your mistress I hope may be well," 
said Enleen at this. "You can hold 
back those fellows with the shots from 
the walls ? " he asked, with the inherited 
soldier's instinct strong within him ; for 
still the sharp staccato of musketry kept 
up. 

Ibrahim then explained that we were 
to go first to his master, and he motioned 
up the street. This was long, narrow, 
paved, singularly clean for an Oriental 
thoroughfare, edged each side by the low 
stucco houses, and leading to a square 
with a tali stone structure in its centre. 
The building might have been a prison 
or a palace, for it stood there in that clear 
light, formidable, and gray ; it looked 
indeed very old, and belonged to the 
Egyptian style of architecture, if indeed 
to any style that I knew. From its centre 
rose a high round tower, which I had 
observed in the first view of the fortified 
village. Toward this structure Ibrahim 
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the men's quarters ; he then asked us -to 
enter the broad doorway. After Jim had 
given some direction, he and I followed 
him without a word. 

We were in a low-ceilinged room, and, 
I think, we both gave a cry of surprise ; 
for the place was furnished in the Euro- 
pean fashion, very richly, indeed, with 
many rare rugs about the floors. From 
the shadow somewhere a young lady, 
who wore an EngUsh riding-habit, came 
forward to meet us; and again I saw my 
acquaintance of that evening in Devon. 
She was, perhaps, paler, but she looked 
ibr- alt the world like a girl in England, 
and I remembered what I knew of her 
Mother. 

" I have heard of all you have done 
from my Father," she said, smiling pleas- 
antly. " I owe you so much, Mr. Dering; 
and you, Mr. Enleen," she added, turning 
to Jim. 

I think that after our experiences noth- 
ing could have been stranger than this 
almost conventional reception. 

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the mountaineers appeared, who, she 
said, would look to us, as we doubtless 
wished to brush up a bit before breakfest, 
which would follow soon; and she added 
that our men should be attended to at 
once. 

" We are in war, it seems," she went on. 
" But I am sure the men of Issouan can 
look after Rosola for the present, and you 
certainly deserve a little rest." 

Enleen simply stared ; and, possibly, I 
did nothing much better. I may have ex- 
pected her in tears. I never had thought 
of seeing here in Northern Africa this self- 
contained and most polite young lady, 
who had had surrender, imprisonment, and 
the most fearsome fate, staring her in the 
face. And, I noted again, as we left her, 
how sweetly charming she was. 

We were taken into a low chamber, 
where jugs of cold water were brought, 
and, as we dashed it over our faces, Enleen 
asked: 

" Why in the world didn't you tell- me - 
we had that to expect ? I shouldn't have 
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" I don't think you have, from the 
first," said I. "I thought her very 
pretty." 

" Eh, pretty ? " Enleen cried. " This 
explwns why you dared to defy that chap. 
Hicks. I should say she was." 

The while the firing kept up, and he 
added impatiently: 

" I think I can help them a bit. Abdul 
Mahommed will be bringing some of his 
cannon to bear on us directly." 

But the servant — gentle, suave. Ori- 
ental — interrupted, as hurried as we had 
been; our host bade us to his board, 
since there was much to do. This man, 
like Ibrahim, spoke good English. 

"The mingling of everyday life with an 
Arabian Nights experience is certainly ex- 
traordinary," Enleen whispered, as we fol- 
lowed the servant through the entrance 
chamber into a low narrow room, ap- 
pointed in the modern European fash- 
ion. We might have been in London ; 
and, I think, had it not been for the 
picturesque costume of Issouan which the 
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been quite ready to have believed that 
such was the case; for this man talked 
in the quiet manner of the cultivated host, 
while Zuleka looked, as I say, — save for 
those wonderful eyes, — quite the English 
girl. Yet we had but to glance out of the 
window to know the diiFerence ; and there 
was borne to our ears the ratde of mus- 
ketry. A pack of barbarous fanatics had 
us surrounded here on this rock. We 
needed all our wit to extricate ourselves. 
And this man was the chief of this hill 
tribe, — a man of the most remarkable 
history, which we had every reason to be- 
lieve; a record of strange inheritance, 
and of a treasure like that in Monte 
Cristo. What is truth, and what fiction, 
in this world ? 

" Our positions are reversed," Zuleka 
was saying to me. " You are not now my 
host." 

" It seems as if this might be your own 
Sotherby Hall, where your Father bade 
us that evening," said I. 

" It is Issouan in war-time," she said, 
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" How hard it must have been, when 
you were here alone ! " 

"I — alone!" Zuleka cried with a lit- 
tle shoulder shrug. " I was busy, Mr. 
Dering. I was on the walls most of the 
time directing the defence. We could 
hold out now, — forever, — were it not 
for the provisions." 

"You are brave," said I. "I wonder 
if any other woman I know would not 
have given up." 

" Oh, Mr. Dering, don't you know 
what they say, that it's easy to be brave 
when the big things of life are concerned? 
Yet" — and she looked at Enleen, who 
was talking with the Sheik of the defences 
— " no one could have done a greater 
thing than Mr. Enleen and you. You 
saved my Father's life. And now you 
have brought him to me. You, too, take 
the risk of death ; for we are io a very 
dangerous position, indeed." 

When a pretty woman thanks a man, 
he must feel vain, I suppose ; but that 
moment I didn't feel so at all; I felt as 
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should take her away from all this danger, 
— as if it were a crime that I did not. 

But Enleen's talk helped me out of 
my embarrassment. 

" And the man we saw before that 
providential fog arose ? It was strange 
how that happened in the nick of time." 

Then the Sheik said gravely : " Noth- 
ing is strange before God. What do we 
know of nature that we should scoff, my 
friends ? " 

" It was," said Zuleka, leaning forward 
on the table, " Isman Seyd ? " 

" Who, pray, is he ? " Enlcen asked in 
his practical way of going directly to the 
point at issue. 

"Shall I tell you? Will you believe 
me ? " said our host. " Isman Seyd, they 
say, is as old as Rosota. However that 
may be, I remember when I was a small 
boy, he seemed as old as he does now. 
There was a tradition among us that he 
could do all things, — that he had what 
you call occult powers. As for the fog, 
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of the hills, which is not unusual in this 
region. Allah knows, my friends. But 
Isman is the other, I told you of, who 
knows the secret of this house, — he 
alone, besides myself and Zuleka, for 
Zuleka is the last of our race. As for 
Isman, he lives alone in the forest, as I 
say, since I remember. He was a holy 
man, who lost his holiness by sin, and he 
only rarely can do those things. His 
power has almost gone. Of course I 
can't ask you to believe that he made 
the mist which permitted us to reach 
Rosola. But still, being an Oriental, I 
am inclined to mysticism." 

He stated this almost as I have put 
it down here, as nonchalantly as any man 
of the world, not asking us to believe as 
he did ; yet with a certain gravity, as if he 
himself took all this indeed very much in 
earnest. I think both Enleen and I were 
impressed by his manner. We had seen 
so much that was strange lately that we 
were not inclined to scoff at anything at 
all. 

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vant went about, save for his strange 
costume, like any lackey in the world. 
Then, when it was over, we four went out, 
and looked over the works, and out at 
the besiegers. I could distinguish several 
white men there ; and one, the Sheik ob- 
served, was Dumont, the former officer 
of the engineers in Algiers. Enleen 
took him very seriously ; for he thought 
a man skilled as this one was might 
prove most dangerous against our poor 
defences. And what would happen if 
the Sultan of Dorola brought his guns 
from Dorola ? 

" That fellow Hicks is something of an 
engineer," he added. " He told me that 
once." 

"They are bent on having the treas- 
ure," said I. 

The Sheik had been listening, looking 
out over the scene, and now suddenly he 
turned to us very gravely, and said: 

" I believe they have said they would 
not leave a pebble of the rock of Rosola." 

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his genius ; and he became practically 
commandant of our little force. The 
mountaineers were good fighting men, 
brave to the last, even anxious to die 
for their chief and his family. We could . 
not underrate them ; but we were glad to - 
have our English sailors, and indeed we 
arranged our forces — some three hun- 
dred and fifty men all told — in the Eng- 
lish way in Oriental countries, scattering 
our men among the natives. 

So some days passed ; when we lodged 
in the Sheik's house in the square ; when 
I saw Zuleka many times every day; 
when that good Enieen seemed perfectly 
happy in his duties, — save when he won- 
dered about the Dortnda, and the conse- 
quence o( our act of piracy ; days to me 
delightful, had it not been for our con^ 
stant apprehension. What if they should 
bring the cannon ? What would happen 
when our provisions gave out ? We all 
were on half rations now; and we no 
longer had a dinner like that first at the 
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tion, as if they were waiting for their can- 
non. But one morning the inevitable 
happened. Abdul Mahommed's gun car- 
ries appeared over the slope, a half dozen 
I ttunk, — and we, in the stillness, could 
almost hear the voices of the drivers be- 
laboring the oxen; in the stillness, I say; 
for the fooHsh musket firing had stopped; 
- only both sides were constantly alert, ex- 
pecting anything. I wondered how Zu- 
leka could be so calm, how she could 
stand the strain, which was wearing on 
me. 

" I have delayed too long," said Jim. 
" I should have done it before. There is 
nothing else to do." 

" What is that ? " asked I foolishly. 

" I must risk my skin, and sally out 
and get help." 

" Of course, help," said I. " But there's 
none, is there ? " 

"Did it ever occur to you that the 
French or English should step in to pre- 
serve order in Dorola, — particularly as 
the Sultan has French and English bond- 
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will have a regiment here, or my name is 
not Enleen." 

" You will be cut to pieces," I said. 

"Yes," said Zuleka softly. "We can 
at least die together, — now." 

He walked to her, and took her 
hand, and said : " You shall not die, 
cooped in this place, — if I can prevent 
it." I wished I had said it in just that 
way ; and for the first time in my life, I 
began to be jealous of Jim. I saw clearly 
that he was in love with Zuleka, and it 
was only natural that she should be with 
so splendid a fellow. 

The Sheik had been reflecting on what 
Enleen had said. 

" It is certain," he said, "we can't 
hold out against their cannon. We might 
starve. As for Zuleka — " There was 
a fierce light in his eyes, and I knew that 
he meant he would kill her before she 
should fall into their hands. 

We were standing at that point of the 
wall where Ferguson commanded ; and 
Enleen now called to his captain. For 
some moments they talked together ; and 
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" Ferguson agrees. Either Dering or 
I shall lead the sally. It will be better I, 
because, fi'ankly, I have more influence in 
Cairo." 

" It will take a fortnight, — should you 
get through." 

"The chances are that we shan't," said 
Jim grimly. " But something must be 
done." 

" What if they won't interfere ? " I 
asked. 

" They will, for I will make them," he 
said briefly. 

At the moment a ball came whistling 
over our heads and fell crashing into the 
town. 

" The Frenchman is training his guns," 
said Enleen. 

I looked at Zuleka. She was very pale 
that moment. I couldn't resist stepping 
close to her. 

" Why do you and Enleen do so much 
for us ? " she asked in a low voice. 

" We are doing it for ourselves now," 
said I. "As for me," — I couldn't help 
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love you, and that, too, may be Enleen's 
reason." 

The color siowly mounted to her fece. 

" It couldn't have been at first, for he 
never had seen me." 

" Ah, I had," I said eagerly. 

She turned, and descended the stone 
steps into the town ; and I wondered if I 
had offended her. 

"Yes, it is uncertain, — for us all," 
Ahmed Pasha was saying to Enleen. 
" We are all likely to lose our lives. Yet 
one of us may escape. Allah knows. You 
may in that sortie to-night. You may 
die. But it is fitting that you, who have 
done me so many favors, should know 
the secret of Issouan." 

"We don't ask that," Enleen said. 
"Yet we will try to respect your wishes." 

" And both of you will protect her and 
her interests. You have proven it." 

"Yes," said I. And Jim said in a low 
tone, " Yes." 

Then, after giving Ferguson an order, 
we turned and followed the Sheik, down 
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Some more shells sailed over our heads. 
I shuddered, thinking of all the possibili- 
ties. As we entered the Sheik's house, — 
for he led thither, — we heard a woman's 
shrieks. For a moment my heart stood 
still ; but Ahmed Pasha explained that 
this was Zuleka's French maid, — the 
same woman who had been with her that 
night in Devon. She was hysterical with 
terror ; and I knew her mistress was there 
trying to comfort her. But the sound 
sickened me, as I think it did Enleen. 
We both were thinking of what might 
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Chapter X 
The Catacomb 

THE quality of strangeness is that it 
easily turns to acquaintanceship. 
I dare say, if ghosts were the occasional 
earthly visitors the spiritualists declare 
they are, that we should think no more 
about them than of an occasional head- 
ache, if we never had headaches, or of 
poor coffee at breakfast when we had 
been accustomed to nothing but good. 
So when Ahmed Pasha led us down in 
the vaults under his house to show us 
a treasure which had so stirred Northern 
Africa, I think that neither Enleen nor 
I thought it unusual. I have dwelt on 
this fact, I believe, several times in the 
course of this narrative; yet now, — that 
my Ufe has again fallen on quieter times, 
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strange to me. But it is no stranger 
than many things we see in our everyday 
life ; no more so than many other facts 
which are well proven and accepted. For 
example, if Napoleon First had never 
lived, the man who would have dared to 
write his life as a piece of romance would 
have been declared a writer of an extraor- 
dinary, but improbable, fiction, 

To return to the facts of this case, while 
the ex-French artillery officer. Captain 
Dumont, was experimenting with his guns, 
— while consternation was falling on the 
besieged, — Ahmed Pasha led us by a 
door in his main hall, and down about a 
hundred feet of steps into a cavern that 
must have extended nearly under the 
whole town. For the place was astonish- 
ingly vast, dimly Ht from above. The 
Sheik explained that the floor was about 
fifty feet above the level of the outside 
plain. The high vaulted roof was sup- 
ported by great square pillars cut out of 
the solid stone. The cave had been hol- 
lowed out of the rock of Rosola with the 
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— as one always does in seeing these 
ancient monuments — at the power and 
knowledge which had been able to accom- 
plish, centuries ago, what would tax the 
ingenuity of a modern engineer with all 
the devices for blasting and labor which 
the world now has. At one side — the 
vaults seemed to be a quarter of a mile 
across — was a series of stone tombs, and 
there the Sheik told us were the dead of 
his family for generations. There his 
Father and Mother and brother had been 
laid in stone coffins; and there he him- 
self expected to be taken in his turn. He 
said this quietly ; but we all appreciated 
how near death was to every soul in 
Rosola ; and I caught myself shivering, 
although I never had thought myself 
afraid of death. 

"Zuleka is the last of the line," he 
went on. "You two have proven so dis- 
interested that, as I have said, I know you 
can be trusted. It is rare," he added 
with a return of Oriental subtlety and 
pessimism, " that men can be trusted with 
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"You told me once," I replied, " that 
even if Rosola were taken, you doubted if 
the secret could be found." 

" I have held that opinion," he replied ; 
"but with capable mining engineers, such 
as I think they have, I don't this moment 
feel so sure of it. 

" They doubtless will tear the rock to 
pieces with dynamite," he said again. 

I was studying an inscription in Arabic 
on one of the coffins. These, too, sent 
a chill through me; for they held the 
remains of many powerful men, whose 
names had been before the world. Here 
were the forbears of the girl who was 
above comforting the frightened French- 
woman. That old, mysterious blood was 
hers equally with that of the distinguished 
English family whose daughter had run 
away with the young Turkish attache. 

The Pasha now took a lantern from be- 
side one of the tombs. I asked him if he 
did not fear that he would be watched by 
some spies in his service. 

"There are none among my people," 
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door from the hall to the stair is never 
locked, and never opened, by any one 
besides Zuleka or myself, — save in the 
case of a family death." 

The lantern gave a strong light, that 
vied with the pale dayshine, which entered 
certain slits, as I believe I said, in the roof 
These, I afterward learned, were never 
more than six inches across, and hardly 
would admit a man's arm. So the only 
entrance to the catacomb was by the stair 
from Ahmed Pasha's house. 

He now led to about the centre of the 
place, and, putting the lantern down, sank 
on to his knees while he passed the palm 
of his hand over the rocky floor. I have 
not explained, I believe, that the surface 
was- smooth, with an occasional slight de- 
pression, or a jutting piece of rock, exactly 
as the ancient workmen's chisels had left 
it. But here, where the Pasha kneeled, 
there appeared no particular difference in 
the floor, Enleen, who had said nothing 
since we had entered the vault, now 
whispered, " It can't be he will find a 
trap-door there ? " 



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The Pasha still kept pressing on the 
floor, now strongly with both hands. And 
then a strange thing happened ; for about 
five feet of the floor slid away under that 
pressure, and we were peering down into 
a narrow hole, which seemed to descend 
twenty or thirty feet. 

" It is fully thirty feet of solid rock," 
Ahmed said, looking up. "So you will 
see that blasting in this floor, if they get 
so far as that, they will hardly be able to 
stir this rock." 

" How could that rock move away ? " said 
the practical Enleen, in his astonishment. 

" We say that we are civilized, and 
know the arts. Five thousand years ^o 
men knew more about mechanics than 
we," said Ahmed gravely. " Now we will 
descend." 

I then saw that steps were cut in the 
side of the opening, with projecting handles 
to support the climber. Ahmed began to ' 
descend with the lantern and we followed, 
while a close dry air, which seemed to 
smell of incense, came from below. Pres- 
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down into sand or dust, as it proved, 
which rose to above my ankles. I then 
saw we were in a low chamber which was 
about forty feet across. The lantern, 
which was a brilliant one, lit it fitfully, 
showing on one side piles of mummy 
cases. 

" They are as they were brought from 
Egypt; the cases of a great dynasty. 
When they fled to this secret place among 
the wild mountains, they brought their 
dead," said the Pasha reverently. 

The other walls were heaped with stone 
and iron chests. One of these the Pasha 
opened, and we saw a marvellous pile of 
rubies and diamonds, sapphires and emer- 
alds. He held them up, and they fell 
back, a tinkling pile of wonderful crystals, 
that sent back to the lantern blue and red 
and green rays. Another chest was filled 
with gold pieces, the coinage of a forgot- 
ten Pharaoh. The riches seemed incalcu- 
lable, and in writing this now, I remember 
I felt a certain lust for those things. I 
could understand how the knowledge of 
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had stirred up a whole country side. I 
could feel in myself that which sometimes 
turns men hitherto honest to hideous 
crimes, to fiendish cunning. Enleen con- 
fessed afterward to the same desire. We 
were but men ; and I believe from that 
moment I b^an to have the least feeling 
of sympathy with the astute and dishonest 
Hicks, out of whose subtle brain the or- 
ganization of the expedition against Rosola 
had come. To go more into details, there 
must have been fifty of these chests, and 
perhaps fifty that were empty. I could 
not calculate the amount of the treasure ; 
but afterward it was inventoried at about 
thirty millions of pounds sterling, so that 
the owner of Rosola was really among 
the world's very great millionaires. The 
original fugitive from Egypt must have 
quite depleted the treasury, and left a 
very barren land, indeed, to his conqueror 
and successor. I have heard since that 
now it is currently believed that many 
of the best rubies came from the collec- 
tion. And this was the treasure which 
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in trust for his daughter. In her case, 
he said that he wanted a departure from 
the tradition of his race; he desired 
the fortune deposited in trust for her 
in London or Paris. The probabilities 
were, indeed, that Rosola would be rased 
to the ground, but it might not happen 
that our enemy should find the treasure. 
Then if either Enleen or 1 should sur- 
vive Ahmed or his daughter, he wished 
that the fortune should be spent in chari- 
ties, in relieving the poor of Constan- 
tinople and of Dorola. These things 
Enleen and I promised to do. I never 
shall forget the scene in that still, dead 
place. This fortune had been obtained 
by blood, by oppression, by robbery. It 
had remained in one family that had per- 
sisted most remarkably through the ages ; 
and now the last of the family — in the 
event of the line felling — asked us, an 
English gentleman and a young American, 
to see that it went back to the people. 

The vault received air only from above, 
and it was hot and stified that we again 
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Pasha explained the ingenious spring 
which moved the rock ; and then, having 
closed the opening and put the lantern 
back in its place beside the stone coffin, 
we ascended the long stair and stepped 
out into a hall, which, as I have said, had 
all the comfortable appointments of a 
modern room in England or France or 
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Etileen's Sortie 

THE louder firing of the newly arrived 
guns still kept up, and Enleen and 
I hurried to the defences, leaving the 
Pasha, who wished to talk with Zuleka. 
We were assailed as we came into the 
square by a most dismal wailing of women 
and children, — a sort of death chant 
over a half dozen men who had been 
shot on the walls. Two of these victims 
proved to have been our sailors, which 
seemed to dash Enleen's already sober 
spirits a bit more. But Ferguson said, 
that while we had met this catastrophe he 
had found that the enemy's cannon were 
too light for their purpose of demolishing 
the town. Enleen already had told Fer- 
guson of his plan of leaving Rosola in the 
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other. Now he said he had talked with 
Peters and the men, who all declared that 
they still were ready to go wherever the 
Honorable Jim might lead them. I 
think tears were in my friend's eyes as 
he heard this ; and it is not a nice thing 
to see tears in the eyes of a man like Jim 
Enleen. 

"Some of them — perhaps all of them 
— are bound to die," he said; "and it's 
for me, you know." 

" Look here, Jim," I said, " I don't see 
why you don't let me go." 

"The same old objection, Tom," he 
said, smiling. " I happen to be an Enleen, 
and only an Enleen can stir up British 
interference. If I die, why, — I shall 
die. I'm not afraid of that; I never was. 
But as for the men, — that is different, 
you know." 

"Yes, it is different." 

" Still, it must be done. Didn't Gordon 
die in Africa trying to do the right thing? 
We are trying to do the right thing here ; 
and, by Jove, we will do it. Now, Tom, 
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Pasha- is a good soldier, and I am going to 
leave you Ferguson. But much depends 
on you. One good point is that the can- 
non we were afraid of have proven to be 
too light. They can't knock the place 
down with them, I'm convinced as well 
as Ferguson. But the next thing they 
will try an assault. I wonder that they 
have not done it before." 

" I fancy," said I, " that they expected 
to batter in the walls first. It isn't a 
pleasant assault for a besieger to contem- 
plate, — those steep paths up to the gates." 

** No, it isn't," said he. 

He scanned the plain below. 

" If we oniy had those cannon here, we 
at least might frighten them a bit. But 
we haven't," and he turned to Fergu- 
son. " Have the men ready." 

" Not so soon ? " I said. 

"In an hour, — in the dusk. I will 
take twenty men, — cutlasses, Winchesters 
over the shoulders. I find we have the 
horses. We will tear down that slope 
when they least expect it. I'm going to 
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He pointed to a spot where their ranks 
appeared to be slightly broken, 

" Ibrahim has found us a guide, you 
know. Stay here now, and take com- 
mand. I must speak to the men." 

Ferguson interrupted, and his face 
twitched. I saw he felt the situation 
keenly. 

"You mean Peters is to go, and I'm 
not." 

" You have a duty here, Ferguson," his 
employer said. " You must die for the 
lady of Rosola." 

" Ay, ay, sir," Fet^son cried, " that I 
will, if you order it. But we haven't 
come to dying yet. I wonder how Mac- 
kenzie is getting on with Dorinda?" 

" There are more Important matters 
then even the Dorinda," Enleen said, 
smiling. "You say the men are ready." 

As they walked away, I, left on the wall, 
wondered why I was not so ready a witted 
man as my friend. But it is a useless 
conjecture ; God makes hearts and brains 
of different thoughts. 

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Although they had disabled six of our 
men, they were ignorant of it ; and they 
soon saw that the labor of bringing the 
artillery from Dorola had been useless. 
The sun was now low between the west- 
ern peaks. The horizon suddenly flamed ; 
and it promised a splendid sunset. I won- 
dered if I should take it as an omen of 
Enleen's success. 

Presently he returned, whistling a little 
air which had been popular at the Lon- 
don music halls the previous season. His 
face had lost some of its gravity. 

" I'm in for it now, Tom. You'll have 
charge of Zuleka." 

There was something in his tone that 
I resented. 

" What is she to you ? " I said. 

"All nicfe girls are interesting to me, 
you old duiFer," he said. " Don't lose 
your temper." 

" God forgive me if I do, Jim," I said ; 
and we pressed each other's hands. 

It happened that Zuleka was busied 
with the men who had been hurt in the 
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she did not appear during our prepara- 
tions. 

The square, fallen dark, was lit by 
torches, showing an e^er, staring group, 
picturesque in the extreme. (We were not 
thinking of picturesqueness just then, I 
can tell you.) The horses, stout mountain 
ponies, were saddled, and restive. Poor 
little brutes, they hadn't had their regular 
exercise in a long time. We might be 
brought to eating horse-flesh, and Jim 
said lightly that he was reducing our prov- 
ender. He had been to bid good-by 
to the two wounded men, — one of whom 
had a bad hole in the right lung. Luck- 
ily, he was spared a worse fate by death 
the next day. Jim had seen Zuleka there, 
and I wondered what she had said to him. 
Now he shook hands with every one of 
us, from Ferguson, and Grimmins, and 
Ibrahim, to the other men of Issouan. 
He only said to me, 

" Keep up your heart, Tom ! " 
" I'll do that, Jim. Good-by." 
" Good-by, old man," said his cheery 
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How was I to long for that jovial 
voice afterward ! Then he came to Ahmed 
Pasha, who stood gravely waiting. What 
they said together, I don't know ; for I 
couldn't endure looking at him that mo- 
ment. He was going out to die, and I 
felt I had sent him. But if I had in- 
volved him in the complication, there, in 
that darefiil moment, he did not appear 
to regret it. 

I looked about; and Zuleka was com- 
ing down the steps of the house. I 
remember she was all in white, and that 
her eyes were very bright ; and that she 
walked across to where Enleen stood by 
Ahmed Pasha. And when she was near 
him, she reached her hand to his shoul- 
ders, and kissed him on the lips twice. 
Then she fell on her knees, and raised 
her clasped hands to the sky ; and sud- 
denly a low chant arose from the women 
hovered about, — a chant that was a la- 
ment and a prayer. 1 have said the firing 
had stopped an hour before; and this 
song, plaintive, beseechfiil, was one of the 
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have heard. (The people of Issouan, you 
know, are not really Mohammedans. 
They only pretend to be that, preserv- 
ing, however, a secret worship of a God, 
whom they praise and implore in these 
strange shouts.) 

For a moment Enleen seemed to hesi- 
tate. Then I heard the command, hoarse, 
brusque. The men said a last word to 
their comrades; every one mounted his 
pony and followed the leader, who had 
Peters at his heels. Ibrahim stood by 
the gate, which was thrown wide. 

I remember I turned, and ran up the 
steps to the wall over the gate, where fifty 
men of Issouan crouched under the battle- 
ments, muskets ready. The ponies were 
picking their way sturdily down the steep 
path. And then a shout and a volley 
rang out. Enteen and his men dashed on, 
down into the dusk of the plain, which 
seemed alive with scurrying figures. The 
noise became pandemonic; we could see 
a struggling mass; but we could not be 
sure about the result. Only I felt that 
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attempt had foiled ; that I was powerless 
to help him. 

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, 
and, turning, I saw Zuleka's eyes, up- 
turned to mine ; and as we looked at each 
other the voices below faded and died 
away. 



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HE has gone," said Zuleka. 
" Yes, gone ! " said I dully. 

" You loved him ? " she said. 

" Yes, Zuleka," — and I never had 
called her by that name, — "I never had 
a brother, but this moment he is more 
to me — dead though he is — than any 
brother could have been." 

She laughed, strangely, softly. 

" He is not dead. Men who dare like 
that do not die so easily. How do you 
know ? How do I ? Yet I know. I tell 
you he is not dead." 

"A prisoner, perhaps," I said. " It 
was ftiolhardy. We should not have let 
him go." 

" Can you stop the wind when it blows 
out of the desert? No; for the wind 
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Her hand rested on my arm for a 
moment; and she looked into my eyes. 

"We arc all in the hands of God. Jf 
he be dead, as you say, is his condition 
worse than ours ? Is not my Mother, 
whom I loved, dead ? I am not afraid 
of death. And if he be dead, is it 
not splendid to die like that, doing 
brave things bravely, — with all your 
heart ? " 

"Yes," said I. "But I can't bear to 
think I shall hear his voice no more." 

" I say he is not dead," she repeated. 

She rose now. 

" I am going to look after the wounded." 

" Wait," I said ; and I called Grimmins, 
who was on duty at this point, 

" You have been a good soldier, Grim- 
mins." 

" Hi 'are done has Hi could, Mr. 
Tom," he said. 

" Now I have another duty for you, — 
which you observe. You are to go with 
my Lady Zuleka, and you are to help 
her with the wounded : and you are never 
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" You need him here," Zuleka said. 
"There are too few men already." 

" He was in India, and learned there 
something about the care of the wounded," 
said I. " I am to be here in the defence, 
every moment, now." 

" Will you like it better if I have him 
with me ? " she said. 

"Yes, I shall like it better," said I. 

" Then I will take him," she said simply ; 
and had turned to go. But I called her 
back to me. 

"You kissed him," I said, — "Jim 
Enleen." 

She looked me in the face quietly, 
intently. 

" He was on my mission," she said 
softly, "and" — her voice suddenly sank 
— " he was your friend." 

And there was that in her eyes which 
made me glad, even in that terrible mo- 
ment, when our comrades just had died 
for us. For if some had escaped, — and 
the chances were indeed against that, — 
many of the twenty men must have been 
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wounded, they had been put immediately 
to death. Yet the girl, standing with 
the faint blush, there in the light of the 
torch which leaned against the walls, 
made me forget everything, — all that 
1 should have remembered. But she, 
turning, walked away hastily, Grimmins 
at her heels, like a mastiff. There never 
was a more faithful fellow. 

Presently the Pasha appeared, and, 
without referring to our comrades, we 
talked over the defence in the most prac- 
tical way. Whatever might be the out- 
come of Enleen's expedition, — if he were 
dead, or no, — we must make our fight the 
one he would have made. 

As a result, we strengthened the forces 
over the two gates. One I commanded 
in person, being now decided not to 
leave the walls under any pretext. Fer- 
guson commanded the other. The stretch 
of the wall to my right, I put under Ibra- 
him, while Wells, a seaman, was to con- 
duct the defence of the other. The Pasha 
himself had the general command of the 
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taineers inside each gate. These gates I 
examined closely myself, and thought them 
very strong, even should an assaulting party 
get up the steep narrow paths, without 
being entirely picked off by our musket- 
eers. These details I had before left to 
Enleen, who you know took the lead wher- 
ever he was by sheer force of character. 

That night it again fell still, and we 
anxiously waited the dawn. I don't think 
I closed my eyes. I was longing for Jim's 
voice, Jim's advice. I was watching the 
men, seeing that every eye was about for 
a possible skulking figure below ; and the 
watches were carefully kept. The dawn 
came slowly, and as we looked down on 
the plain the situation seemed unchanged, 
and we could not iind out what had hap- 
pened. But about eight o'clock a party 
of wild horsemen appeared below with 
objects that sickened us all. These were 
men's heads at the end of the lances these 
people carry. They kept well out of 
range of our riflemen. Yet we could not 
make out more than six of these ghasdy 
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self with rage, came over to my post, 
reasoned from this that the others had 
gotten away. But I, on my part, could 
not agree with this theory, because I 
thought that the part of the besiegers 
immediately under the influence of the 
Frenchman, or of Hicks, would not be 
likely to permit such atrocities. But the 
occurrence made me think the more of 
poor Enleen. If he had escaped, I made 
no doubt but that he would bring the 
aid ; even if he did not succeed tn getting 
English help, he would recruit an army of 
adventurers. But my heart whispered to 
me that his head might be on one of those 
lance points. And when I lay down on 
the stones, a cloak over me, I dreamed of 
that bloody head. 

That day, two of the wounded moun- 
taineers and one of the sailors died ; and 
the death chant rose dolorously from the 
town. Zuleka came several times to the 
walls, pale but self-held, as brave as any 
woman in the world. She had conducted 
the defence herself before our arrival ; 
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strength of spirit. I believe she never 
was more beautiful than during those ter- 
rible days. We did not once mention 
Enleen, or our troubles. I talked none 
of the sentiment which was beating in 
my heart. She was above me, and all 
men. 

And so three days passed, — days with- 
out sleep, almost without hope. And we 
knew so well that our provisions could 
not last; and already the men were on 
a rations of horse-flesh. When I heard 
the stories of how men lived on horse- 
flesh in the siege of Paris, I never thought 
what that meant; and you who like a story 
of war — particularly of barbarous war — 
cannot know what is behind the story. 

You may ask why it never occurred to 
us to surrender the treasure, which might 
have satisfied our besiegers. Yet that 
never occurred to me ; it never had to 
Enleen ; I don't believe that either the 
Pasha or Zuleka would have entertained it. 
We all might perish, however fearfully, but 
we would not give up what these rascals 
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a prindple, more important than, life or 
death, or any suffering. Nor, indeed, was 
there any negotiation or parleying on 
either side, strange as this may seem. 

Now there was against us a certain 
shrewd rascal, whom I have mentioned 
several times ; this, Dumont, the ex-ar- 
tillery officer, the renegade ; I was to know 
much of him later, as this story will tell ; 
I was to see then a keen suave man, with 
an exterior of polite sophistication and 
the heart of a devil ; a man shrewd, and 
very brave, — who again and ^ain had 
risked his life for a trifle ; who in following 
an honest career might have ended most 
honorable and distinguished. But you 
know how it is with some men ; both ways 
presenting equal chances, they invariably 
prefer that leading to the devil. We had 
felt enough nervousness in the silence 
of our foe ; and indeed behind that silence, 
was this fellow's cunning. I knew it as I 
watched, — tired out as I was. What I 
had heard of Dumont made me fear him, 
although I, or no one of us, suspected 
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For it chanced that one night a mist blew 
down from the mountains; such a confus- 
ing fog as that which I once had attrib- 
uted to supernatural means. This time, 
if it were supernatural, it was ag^nst all 
our interest ; and it seemed then as if 
everything were against us ; for we had 
fellen to that dull depth of depression. 

At sundown, nothing could be seen ; 
and I warned the men to have additional 
vigilance. But in the hour before sunrise 
we all had ^tlen, I suspect, a bit careless. 
We had been so long on the alert, and I 
am sure we all were tired out ; when out 
of the stillness of the hour and our leth- 
argy, was a deafening report, which came 
from the Northern gate. 

When I looked down into the town, 
— for already there showed a palish 
light, — I saw a scurry of mist and a great 
rush of smoke, clearly defined against the 
white damp mass of the fog ; while there 
was an outcry and a burst of musketry 
from my sentinels. The way below was 
black with dark rushing figures; and in 
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fierce turmoil. I instantly saw what had 
happened ; this was our assault. 

I instantly warned the men to do all 
they could from the wall, picking out the 
charging enemy as well as they could in 
the dim light, while I rushed down to see 
the situation in the street. 

One of the fiercest fights I ever have 
known was taking place. Men were 
hand to hand, struggling together in a 
confijsed mass. The gate and a greater 
part of the wall were blown down by 
the dynamite discharge. For in that still, 
dark hour before dawn, they had succeeded 
in putting dynamite against the gate, with 
the consequences I have detailed. 

The Pasha's men were being driven 
back, I saw instantly, and I despatched a 
man for recruits from the walls, telling 
Ferguson to have Wells — the seaman 
who commanded one side of the wall — 
take my place over the North gate. The 
noise was now terrific, the darkness lit 
by exploding missiles. Ferguson himself 
came down with a hundred men, and we 
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To add to the confusion,' one of the houses 
suddenly burst into flames, showing luridly 
one of the most terrible street fights that 
I believe ever occurred. We were hin- 
dered, of course, by the narrowness of the 
way, — a restraint, however, as confusing 
to our enemy as to ourselves. Then as 
I forced my way in with my recruits, I 
saw that there were many white men among 
these desperate invaders, and I knew that 
we had to face first of all the convicts and 
refugees from Algiers. But they were 
backed by the natives, all good fighting 
men, whatever their chief's cause, — al- 
though it might be a mere robbing expe- 
dition, as this was. Among them all was 
one man, — I can see his fine, boyish, 
demoniac face now of nights, — a tall 
gracefiil man with a boy's face, and this 
was the man Dumont. We singled him 
out several times when bullets were possi- 
ble, but he bore a charmed life ; and indeed 
it became again directly a matter of a hand- 
to-hand conflict, although from the walls. 
Wells and Ibrahim were doing some terri- 
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In describing that fight, I find my im- 
pressions as confusing as the startling scene 
itself; for directly we were rolling over 
together ; the way was clogged with dead 
and dying men. I myself, like the rest of 
us, was in a kind of fury. It was a ques- 
tion of the cutlass when you could use it ; 
of muscle to muscle when that was out of 
the question. Yet although I was in the 
midst of it all, I was not hurt then, and I, 
by pushing through the crowd, came up- 
on their leader, Dumont. When he saw 
me, he knew in a moment that he had to 
deal with a man quite as mad as himself; 
and he tried to whip out a pistol he had 
in his belt. But I was too quick for him, 
and knocked his hand with the butt of my 
cutlass, when that itself was struck out of 
my hand by a brawny fellow, who just 
had finished his opponent. Between them 
they would undoubtedly have ended the 
writer of this history then and there 
had it not been that somebody at my 
heels caught the other man by the 
waist. 

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Ferguson's hoarse voice, and the man fell 
over in a hideous mass. 

My own opponent, in the meantime, had 
snatched a sword and retreated, swinging 
it into a lane which opened there. His 
comrades had been forced back; and he 
had pushed forward too far. Yet I never 
saw a braver resistance; for seeing that 
the lane was a blind one, he suddenly 
leaped forward toward us. You know 
that for the most we had dropped our 
cutlasses in the close conflict, and so he 
had the small advantage. But it was at 
the best an advantage small enough, and 
so I only can acknowledge the fine brav- 
ery of this one of my enemies, bare- 
headed, a bloody gash on one cheek, yet 
lithe and gracefiil to the extreme; and he 
smiled derisively, like a man who enjoyed 
the fight to the full, like a veritable battle 
spirit. As we bore down and almost sur- 
rounded him, he broke through, and was 
in front of his own, now retreating, line, 
which he tried to encourage. But Ibra- 
him had brought reinforcements from the 
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now pushed them back to and through 
the North gate; and they retreated — to 
make a long, confused story short — 
down the slope. 

I hastily directed the throwing up of a 
barricade. I had no time to think of the 
dead and dying, nor of the burning town. 
For the low frail buildings now were burn- 
ing like tinder; and it was light as day. 
The whole wall where the gate had been 
was torn apart by the explosion, and I knew 
that, at the best, we were weakened. If 
they, indeed, had known how small was our 
force, they would have charged again ; and 
although in our desperation we had forced 
them back, we must have some barrier 
when they should renew the assaults. 

Ferguson said something over my 
shoulder. His arm was in a sling; his 
face bloody ; his voice uncertain. 

" Cap'n," said he, " you've done as 
well to-night as Mr. Enleen — God bless 
him — could have done. You know the 
Pasha was hurt." 

" Hurt ! " said I, for I only had seen 
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down from the wall. In the confusion 
following I had small time to note any 
man, save one, and he the Frenchman. 

" They have taken him back to the 
palace. Maybe you'd better go back 
there and inquire. I'll look after things 
here, and on the walls." 

I turned hastily, picking my way among 
the bodies, between the falling crackling 
ruins of the town of Rosola, and into the 
square, where the great stone house stood, 
still untouched by the flames. The grew- 
some song for the dead here struck my 
ears above the turmoil ; and I shud- 
dered. And then I noticed a barrier had 
been thrown up before the doors, and 
I saw Grimmins — which pleased me 
mightily — putting up a defence of the 
palace. The little cockney was executing 
to the letter my order in defence of the 
Lady Zuleka. 

" Hin there, sir," he said, while ex- 
plaining that he had the women armed 
and that they would make a brisk fight 
if it came to that. The palace — so 
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gees from the burning town. I saw and 
heard so much, I say, as I went into the 
room where we had dined that first day in 
Rosola. On a couch lay, pale and hand- 
some, he who had been that wonderful 
man in the Turkish world, Ahmed Pasha, 
last Sheik of the ancient tribe Issouan in 
Dorola ; and I knew as I looked at him 
that he was dead. Over him, his head in 
her lap, was Zuleka. I never have seen, 
even in that terrible fight, anything more 
fearsome than her sorrow. Yet she looked 
up to me calmly, and said : 

" He is not dead. There is no death. 
He has gone beyond trouble." 

Even as she spoke, a great noise arose, 
and I knew the attack on the North gate 
had begun again ; and that I must be back 
to my duty. But I kneeled down before 
her, and said : 

"When Enlcen went out to fight for 
you, you kissed him, Zuleka." 

She looked at me strangely, and she 
said: 

" For us there is still vengeance, and 
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" Yes, Zuleka." 

*' And you ask me that I shall give 
you — love ? " 

"No, not that," said I. "But if I 
could have it, it would be more to me 
than anything else in this world, — or in 
any other." 

" Ask not," said Zuleka, " for that 
which you have." And she leaned for- 
ward and kissed me on the lips, as she 
had Enleen that night in the square ; and 
I kissed her back, and told her again of 
my love; and she answered me; and then 
I turned and went out, passing Grimmins 
and encouraging work at his barricade. 

Now the human mind is a curious 
thing; for all the trouble we were in, for 
ail the sorrow of her I held most in 
the world, I found myself laughing as I 
rushed along those lurid streets. And 
then, oddly enough, the most incongruous 
scene presented itself to me. I was laugh- 
ing at some after-dinner talk at a house 
in Mayfair. That polite scene came of 
itself in this one so different. I remem- 
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I could hear her insufferable chatter. I 
remembered what my Father had said 
that far-away evening in Devon about 
having made love to five women before 
meeting my Mother. And now I knew 
Zuleka, — who was as far above most 
women as the stars are above the earth. 

At the barricade the men were arranged 
in very good order indeed, firing the 
volleys. 

" But there are a lot of the vermin 
down there, Mr. Dering. Take care, sir." 

For I was looking down at that strug- 
gling mass below. I was laughing at 
them, ^ as Dumont had laughed at us 
in the street fight, and now I was laugh- 
ing because I said that for every one of 
those who had died in Rosola, I should 
have three lives ; for Enleen and the 
Pasha, a score. 

I felt a quick blow. I heard Ferguson's 
vigorous " Damn it ! " and the scene, 
livid, terrific, blurred ; and there ended, 
as fer as I knew anything about it, the 
battle of Rosola, in the mountains of 
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Of Mr. Hicks again ; and of Colonel, the 
Vicomte de Saint-Dernier 

NOW I awoke — for it was like after 
a long bad dream — with the feel- 
ing of pain; and then as I thought of all 
that had happened, it was not the physical 
aches, but the sense of the distress that 
the lady of Issouan might be in, which 
put me into the lowest depression I ever 
have known. Ah, my friends, — for I 
feel you must be my friends if you have 
listened to this account so iar as it has 
gone, — how fearful was that depression ! 
Of her I thought ; of what had followed 
that sorry predicament we were in. 

And then I was aware of voices, low, 
subdued, and I looked about, to find I 
was in a cot in a military tent ; and what 
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jacket, elaborate with its gold braiding. 
Then somebody came over to my side, 
and looked down at me. 

" You are alive ? " said he. 

I remembered him in an instant ; a 
little dandy I had known at the Jockey 
Club, no less a personage than the Vi- 
comte de Saint-Dernier, Colonel in the 
cavalry. 

" Well," said I, as if I had parted from 
him yesterday, "how is life on the Fau- 
boui^ Saint-Germain ? " 

He laughed at this uproariously. 

" My dear fellow, we are a thousand 
miles from there." 

" But Rosola, — Zuleka," I cried, re- 
membering. " I must have been shot." 

" You were, indeed," said he then, look- 
ing at me pityingly. " You made a good 
fight, and for every one who died there, 
we have had an accoundng, Dering. 
Trust me for that." 

"And the Lady Zuleka," said I, — 
" the Lady Zuleka ? " 

"Well, we held Issouan," he said 
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have taken possession of the province for 
Algiers, because we hold that Doroia 
can't keep order here. It's on our 
border, you know." 

" Then Enleen ? " I began. 

"Yes," said he, "he reached us. He's 
now on an expedition to make these 
people fear us a bit more." The Vicomte 
lit a cigarette at this point, in his way. 
He looked, I declare, just as if he had 
come out of the bandbox. 

" Enleen," he said, " likes to fight." 

But I was noting the other in the tent ; 
a little bald-headed man, and though his 
whiskers were gray, I recognized John 
Hicks of Texas, with whom this adventure 
had begun. He had lost his mustache 
and had no dye for his beard. He looked 
indeed wizened and old, and as he came 
near the cot where I lay his manner was 
the least abashed. 

" I'm glad to see you're all right again," 
he said, and I answered : 

" You scoundrel ! " 

"Are you strong enough to listen to 
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" Well," said I, like a judge in court, 
" what have you to say ? " 

" Well, if you can listen, — and it may 
be against the doctor for me to talk to 
you.^just this: I went into this enter- 
prise as a business one." 

" Yes," said I sarcastically, " a business 
venture." 

"Well, it promised fair at first. But 
when you opened the prison, I didn't like 
the color of it." 

"You didn't?" said I; "you didn't? 
Well, that's queer." 

" Look here, Bering," he went on 
with a show of rage. " If I did go 
into this as a matter of business, as 
soon as that prison delivery had hap- 
pened, I saw there was one thing to do. 
I went around to all the Consuls, Rus- 
sian, French, and English, and explained 
that Mr. Enleen had done it at my re- 
quest." 

"Your request?" said I. I was 
thinking of Zuleka. 

" I continued : that there was no war 
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an outrage — I had called on Mr. Enleen. 
Well," — he paused for a moment, — 
" they, sir, supported me. Now, I must 
explain, I didn't enter into this thing as 
a matter of pillage and making war on 
women. I'm — I'm proud to say — too 
much of an American gentleman for that. 
I did it as a legitimate speculation, — that 
was all. Now, as a consequence of my 
position, the Russian, Italian, English, and 
German Consuls supported me; though 
Abdul Mahommed did say I was in the 
thing. Then, knowing the chaises you 
had made, I put Mr. Brooks, the English 
Consul, in charge of our Consulate. I 
resigned. In the meantime the war ves- 
sels had appeared, and Abdul Mahommed 
didn't dare say a word." 

" But what did you do, man ? " swd I. 
" You killed many you can't replace." 

" Well," said he, " I'm sorry. I always 
considered they might get hold of the 
money up here, and I thought I could 
arrange to have a legitimate share. But 
when I saw the extreme you and Mr. 
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I listened in amazement ; the fellow 
truly was a remarkable — a frank rascal. 

"The next thing I wrote Algiers, 
describing the disorders in Issouan. 
About the same time, Mr. Enleen with 
ten of his men reached the border. The 
rest were killed. I'm getting through." 

" But the Lady Zuleka ? " I said. 
"What of her?" 

"Well," he said slowly, "perhaps I'm 
telling you too much, but I will, for you 
seem worried. It seems that Abdul 
Mahommed, to legalize his claim on 
Issouan, had intended to marry the Lady 
Zuleka. He wanted her brought to him 
when captured. But Captain Dumont 
had the same idea. When Rosola was 
taken that morning, he first of all seized 
the Lady Zuleka, though he had to kill 
three of the Sultan's officers. Then, learn- 
ing that a French regiment was approach- 
ing to restore order here, he disappeared 
with his captive." 

" You scoundrel ! " said I to Hicks. But 
that imperturbable person with the shrewd 
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thing ; yet where would you have been if 
I hadn't followed the course I did? You 
are not pirates. You did what you did at 
your Consul's request. I, as well as Mr. 
Enleen, laid the matter before the French. 
Again I have resigned the Consulate. Can 
I do anything more, Mr. Dering, to atone . 
for a mistaken business policy ?" 

I did not answer this question ; but I 
found from the Vicomte that Ferguson 
and Grimmins and Wells were among the 
wounded. The Vicomte then went more 
into detuls about the afSiir. He had taken 
life for life that had been taken in Issouan ; 
and the property of Ahmed Pasha should 
be respected; but he doubted not, he 
added, that the province would be added 
to Algiers. As for this renegade artillery 
Captain Dumont, he had disappeared 
with the Lady Zuleka. He probably 
wanted to force her to marry him that he 
might possess Issouan. He had literally 
torn her away from the Sultan's soldiers ; 
if the Sultan had the same design, Dumont 
had outwitted him. Saint-Dernier told 
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ward my hand and clasped his, while this 
rascal Hicks, who had extricated himself 
from his dilemma, with Yankee subtlety, 
sat in the corner. I could not bear the 
man. Yet, if he had b^un the affair, he 
now certainly could show us a service; 
that was patent. 

And then Jim Enleen entered, — he 
whom I thought was dead. 

" Dear old Tom," he said. " At least 
the inheritance Ahmed Pasha put in our 
hands can be protected." 

" But she," I said, " Zuteka ? " 

" We will meet that fellow sometime," 
he said. 

"Yes," said I, "we will meet him." 

And so there in the camp of the 
French cavalry several weeks passed ; 
and, although I wanted to die, the sur- 
geon was skilful, and I steadily regained 
my strength. 

One day a messenger brought us a 
strange story. Abdul Mahommed had 
been assassinated by a religious fanatic. 
On his way to the mosque a man had 
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so had died this Oriental despot. You 
know I believe that the avenger was Isman 
Seyd, the hermit of the mountains ; and, 
indeed, I am borne out in this impression 
by the subsequent descriptions we had of 
him. 

I reflected, lying there in the tent, about 
the story Ahmed Pasha had told of how 
ages ^o his fortune had been obtained, — 
from the oppression of a great people ; and 
now it appeared that the theory that blood 
money must end in blood was literally 
true. The last man of that old race was 
dead, and his daughter — whom I loved 
— in we knew not what sorry predicament. 
Yet the French cavalry had extorted ven- 
geance from the mountain tribes ; the Sul- 
tan of Dorola, who had been in the af^ir, 
had perished miserably. Only Hicks, — 
who had started with keen perception to 
avoid the consequence of what he called 
a business speculation, — and Dumont, — 
so h.T had escaped. 



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Chapter XIV 

Of the Captain of the Spanish Sloop 
Isabella 



YOU may wonder, perhaps, at this man 
Hicks, who really had formed the 
combination against Issouan of the moun- 
tain tribes, and of the Sultan of Dorola, 
their hereditary enemy. To-day as I look 
back on these occurrences, his conduct, 
his remarkable cleverness, seem indeed 
little less than wonderfijl. For he had the 
rare good sense to foresee in time the fail- 
ure of the scheme ; and actually he, who 
in the light of events had done us a great 
injury, now could show positive services 
which almost left us quits. He had 
quick intelligence and, so soon as the 
Dorinda's act of piracy, had taken the posi- 
tion of supporting us ; claiming that in 
the absence of a war-ship in the harbor, 
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he, the American Consul, had induced the 
Honorable James Enleen to act for him. 
He had persuaded the foreign Consuls, 
including Brooks (who knew him for what 
he was worth), to abet him. He had 
written the authorities in Algiers that a 
body of refugees, combined with the 
mountain tribes, and Abdul Mahommed 
were stirring up disorders on their border, 
which left the French a fair pretext for an 
additional acquisition, — when they hardly 
needed one. He knew of the charges I 
had made against him, and he had politely 
sent in his own resignation, declaring that 
he did not care to retain a position where 
such opinions of his integrity were even 
entertained. And now, because his letter 
had been the first received, — before, in- 
deed, Enleen and his men had appeared, 
— the French authorities were willing to 
extend him their protection. They had 
looked too long for a reason for occupying 
this territory. They were grateful to the 
individual who first had given the news of 
the state of aiFairs there. 

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came to analyze the situation, were we so 
sure that he had not removed, by his 
prompt action, our own cause for holding 
him an enemy. He had by acknowledg- 
ing her action kept the Derinda from being 
charged with piracy ; that is, he had kept 
the Sultan of Dorola, supported as he was 
by the jealousy of the Powers, from push- 
ing a case which was looked upon as jus- 
tifiable by all the foreign representatives. 
Brooks told us afterwards that he him- 
self was only too glad to have this ready 
reason for the Dorinda's action ; and he 
confessed that he himself hardly would 
have dared to have supported us. That 
was left to Hicks in his own predicament, 
and he had done it bravely and cleverly. 
But, let me say here, that I now firmly 
believe that the man did as he did, be- 
cause, as he always said, he believed that 
the enterprise against Dorola was a legiti- 
mate one. When he saw that he was an- 
tagonizing a powerful British family, like 
the Enleens, he at first tried to frighten, 
or, as he would say, " to bluff" us. Then, 
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a decidedly opposite course, and tried as 
much as possible to put us in his debt; 
at least the Vicomte de Saint-Dernier 
seemed to hold that Hicks had done the 
French a favor. He was ready to sup- 
port him; and we, because the French 
cavalry had done so thoroughly the work 
of vengeance we desired, were not pre- 
pared to take issue with that distinguished 
officer. 

Well, to make a long explanation 
shorter, Enleen and I decided that we 
were ready to say quits to the Texan 
politician, rascal though he might be ; he 
certainly had put himself in a position 
where we could not hurt him. We talked 
the man's case over many times as I lay 
a convalescent in Issouan. Nor, indeed, 
was I quite prepared to push the chaises 
I had made. It always has seemed to me 
that when a man has done you an injury, 
and has tried to atone for it, — whether 
through reasons of honest impulse or of 
self-interest, — that he has himself dis- 
charged his obligation. As for Hicks 
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from this narrative, — he remained in 
Algiers, where through a land specula- 
tion he has become a very rich man, as 
was to be expected. He, indeed, is only 
one of many persons who use the word 
" business " to cover any project for self- 
advancement. He considers "business" 
on that basis both proper and honorable ; 
and his kind is confined to no country. 

But there was another for whom neither 
Enleen nor I would have any mercy, 
should we ever meet him, and that was 
the ex-artillery Captain Dumont. We 
prayed that we might meet hira. I, at 
least, remembered Zuleka's own simple 
faith in God. Yet, although every clue 
was followed, it seemed that this fellow 
with his captive had escaped us. Hicks, 
very shrewdly, advanced the theory that 
he probably intended to make Zuleka 
marry him, — as that vile, and now dead 
creature, Abdul Mahommed, had, — that 
he might have a legal claim to the fort- 
une of Rosola. But Enleen and I held 
ourselves Ahmed Pasha's executors ; we 
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We never talked about our own feel- 
ings toward Zuleka. I wondered if he 
loved her as I did, but I had had in that 
last moment her confession. I was glad 
of that, although I did not tell Jim about 
it; for still I was vaguely suspicious of 
him. I felt she might be one of many to 
him ; for me, dead or alive, whatever her 
plight, she would remwn the one woman, 
so long, I said, as the universe existed ; so 
long as I knew, if we may know then. 

But I can't describe my despair when 
I thought of what might be her fate if 
she were alive. I remembered that dare- 
devil boy I had seen in the fight at the 
North gate. I went all over it again as, 
in my convalescence, I sat outside the tent 
in the February sunshine, and looked up at 
the charred rocks of Rosola. The whole 
place had been burned down. The walls 
were shattered and tumbling. The few 
survivors had moved away from the vil- 
lage, and yet Enleen and I knew that 
there lay many millions sterling under 
that rock, which, as executors, we were 
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stantinople and Northern Africa. (As a 
matter of fact, we did not know the exact 
amount then, but we estimated it as very 
great. The lust for it, at least, had stirred 
up a most brutal war, which had lost us 
many of our dear comrades.) Enleen 
buried the bodies he could find. The 
great house in the square still was stand- 
ing over its secret. Finding the Pasha's 
body there, he had it interred with the 
great nun's ancestors in the vault under 
the rock, where a stone coffin was found 
ready. The French regimental chaplain 
performed the service. 

Enleen told me how he had lost twelve 
men in the bold dash he had made that 
night. He brought Ferguson, who had 
lost an eye, the sailor. Wells, and Grim- 
mins, and Peters to see me, That dear 
little cockney, Grimmins, had had an arm 
amputated, and he told me how he had 
fought to the last behind his barricade ; 
how Zuleka herself had stood ready, using 
a rifle ; how he had lost consciousness, and 
only regained it, like myself, after the 
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told a story of how he had been driven 
back, and taken prisoner, to be freed from 
the torture that probably awaited him by 
the timely appearance of Colonel de Saint- 
Dernier. We poor survivors found that 
we owed a deal to this little French gen- 
tleman, whom I had taken for a fop when 
I had known him in the frivolities of 
Paris. 

Well, the time came when we could 
leave that still dismal battle scene ; when 
I could sit a horse, and the rest were tit ; 
when we bade de Saint-Dernier good-by, 
and started for Dorola, where the Dortnda 
awaited us. I think — to make the story 
of that ride short — that we all cheered 
when we saw the long white hull of the 
good ship in the shining bay, now crowded 
with war-ships of all the nations. The 
disturbances had called them there, eagerly 
alert for their national interest. As we 
rode down the slope, we recalled how we 
had surprised that half-savage potentate, 
Abdul Mahommed, in his own prison, 
about to enjoy his own barbarities. Now 
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the assassin's knife, — Isman Seyd's, the 
mysterious hermit, I still believed, — 
who thus had avenged the wrongs of 
Issouan. 

We hardly waited in the town, except 
to get Brooks to dine with us on board. 
You may believe there were many greet- 
ings, as we, the remnant of the expedi- 
tion to Issouan, went over the side, and 
the one-eyed Captain Ferguson greeted the 
mate Mackenzie. You can imagine the 
yarns the tars spun that night ; and they 
are still spinning them. Of those that 
died, every man's widow, or heir, has the 
five hundred pounds from Enleen, and, I 
am glad to say, that some other persons 
have added to that pension. 

I myself dictated a long cable to my 
Father, which I asked Brooks to send on 
to Mustapha Superior (there being no 
cable in Dorola). Then we sat down to 
dine, and told the whole story to Brooks, 
from the beginning to the point when we 
had despaired of finding the Lady Zuleka 
about Issouan, and had left the further 
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Vicomte de Saint-Dernier, knowing that, 
should he catch him, he would hang 
Dumont at once without process of law. 

At this juncture Mackenzie appeared. 

"There's a rum-looking customer, sir, 
just out from Dorola. Shall I let his 
boatman come near us ? He asks for 
you." 

"Yes," said Enleen, "let's see him. 
Send him down here." 

A moment later a little pale-faced, 
white-haired, shabby old man entered. 
He addressed Enleen, — you never ad- 
dress any one else if you are a stranger 
and Enleen is in the room. 

" I understand, monsieur wishes to 
know where Captain Dumont may be." 

We all started. 

"You know then?" said Enleen calmly. 
I wondered how he could be so calm. 

" I, monsieur, am the Master of the 
Isabella, which conveyed the Captain and 
eight of his men to Spain." 

" Was there a lady with him ? " I asked, 
— " the Lady Zuleka of Issouan ? You 
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" That's the reason I am here." 

" Can you take us to him ? " Enleen 
asked mth that masterly calmness. 

" Yes, monsieur." 

" For money, I dare say ? " 

"A thousand pounds." His eyes gleamed 
avariciously. 

" What terms ? " 

" To be delivered when you catch him, 
monsieur." 

" It is a bai^in. Captain — " 

" Fernandez." 

"Well, Captain Fernandez, where do 
you lead us ? " 

" Have your steam put on. We go 
to-night to Barros on the Spanish coast. 
I know exactly where my merry Captain 
is. He says he is a Baron." 

" King, or Baron, he will explain to 
me," Enleen said. 

" I must speak to my man. My sloop, 
the Isabella, is in the harbor." 

"Very well," said Enleen. "Watch 
Captain Fernandez," he added to Macken- 
zie, who was waiting. " You understand 
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the orders necessary to look after his 
sloop." 

" My lady promised me you would 
give me the thousand pounds, — were 
you alive." 

" She doesn't know that either of us is 
alive," I said to myself "So you had 
speech with her ? " 

"Yes, monsieur." 

" Was she well treated ? " I asked. 

"With much consideration. The Baron 
said she was his betrothed. She had a 
French maid with her. My lady was 
very brave. She would speak to none of 
the men, — except that once to me. Du- 
mont, who had some money, paid me a 
price. But my lady excited my pity, mon- 
sieur. I put back at once to this coast 
and, luckily, I have found you. Dumont 
has gone to his cousin's, Senor Raceo's 
house, in Santi^o de Barros. You can 
believe me." 

" I do," Enleen said simply. " Now, 
dismiss your man." 

As they left us, Brooks asked practically : 

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" It's a clue. I wil! follow it up," En- 
leen said with his usual stubbornness. 

A half hour later, the Consul was bid- 
ding us good-by from his boat ; and the 
Dorinduy anchor up, was pointed out to 
sea. 

She was alive then. We might see her, 
and save her ; and, at least, we should have 
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Chapter XV 
The House in the Lane 

MASTER FERNANDEZ of the 
sloop Isabella, we soon found, 
was frankly a smuggler, plying his trade 
between Spain and Northern Africa. He 
had known Dumont for years ; there was an 
understanding that at a certain date every 
two months he should stand oiF a point 
of the coast of Dorola. For the outlaw, 
never knowing what might happen, had 
secured this means of retreat as well as the 
other to the interior. He did not dare 
appear in any place having a French Con- 
sul, lest he be delivered up to his govern- 
ment. It had chanced, as Dumont's luck, 
good or bad, would have it, that the Isa- 
bella had been at the station on the coast 
in the very nick of the time when he needed 
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in the mountains lest the hill tribes, after 
their decided punishment by the Vicomte 
de Saint-Dernier, might turn against him, 
— after an affair so unfortunate for a 
gentleman of fortune who risked all on 
a single throw; nor could he hope that 
Abdul Mahommed, the Sultan, would 
protect him when indeed he had torn 
Zuleka from this same Sultan's soldiers; 
Abdul Mahommed, as you know, having 
the same design of marrying the heiress, 
for whose fortune so much blood had 
been spent and now so much territory 
lost to the realm of Dorola. The Sultan 
could not resent French interference, be- 
cause, as Enleen remarked the day of his 
departure from Rosola, the Sultan had a 
loan advanced in London and Paris, and 
this held him to the preservation of order; 
his territory, rich in itself, was sufHcient 
to well guarantee the principal ; there have 
been similar cases ; so our British cousins 
came into Egypt. The fugitive was forced 
to trust to the smuggler, risky as that 
was. The Captain of the Isabella had 
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and for us, Zuleka had been able to get 
word to him ; and Fernandez, of course, 
knew that Lord Denburden's grandson, a 
gentleman like the Honorable James En- 
leen, had more ready money in the pale 
of the law than Dumont the outlaw. 
The little scoundrel frankly told us that 
he was tired of his trade, and with the 
thousand pounds he intended to retire 
and live in peace and plenty, as was befit- 
ting a Spanish gentleman of an old and 
distinguished family. 

Now it was obvious to both En- 
leen and myself, that in Spain we could 
not march our men on shore as we had 
done at Dorola. A second piracy was 
rather too risky ; we could not ex- 
pect to find another Hicks with the 
ready wit to see, that to protect himself 
he must take the responsibility of our 
act; while equally we did not dare risk the 
consequences to a lady whom we wished 
to save. Here was a case requiring sub- 
tlety; and we went at it after due consul- 
tation with Master Fernandez. 

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the port of Barros ; for the presence of a 
private ship, like the Dortnda, — white 
and beautiful as she was, and appearing Hke 
a war-ship, — certainly would excite com- 
ment at Barros ; and the gossip would put 
our enemy at once on ths alert. The village 
of the Senor Raceo, Dumont's cousin, was 
Santiago de Barros, — a straggling place 
about five miles inland, much visited by 
tourists because of the two excellent Muril- 
los in the Cathedral, and because it affords 
a good example of Spanish village life. 
The house, Fernandez said, stood on a 
lane near the square of the Cathedral; 
and he drew us a map of the village, — a 
broad long street with outlying lanes, 
with, at the centre, the great church. 
Opposite Seiior Raceo's house was a con- 
vent of the Ursulines. Fernandez hap- 
pened to know very well the details of the 
house. For it proved that Raceo, whom 
he was now betraying for a price, was 
a kind of partner in the business of the 
Isabella ; and when Raceo's cousin — 
Dumont's Mother had been the Seiior's 
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giers, it was Raceo who had enlisted the 
smuggler's interest. Now this Raceo was 
a rich man for a Spanish village. He 
absolutely had the ofEcers of the law at 
his disposal ; so it was necessary for us 
not to get into any complication. As for 
the presence of the Lady Zuleka under 
the Sefior's roof, how would we prove 
it, even if we bribed every official of 
the district ? And Master Fernandez's 
word, it would be questioned at once; 
nor did he, in the light of his trade, dare 
to excite Raceo's enmity. It would mean 
a life's imprisonment for him at the best. 
What he would do was this: he would go 
to Raceo's, as was his custom. He would 
get us word what room in the house the 
Lady Zuleka and her maid occupied. 
He would manage to unlock her door, 
and the outer one — after the household 
had gone to bed. But more than that 
he would not do. In his relations with 
Raceo he dared not. He must appear as 
having no hand in the matter. Again, 
he thought it better that but one of 
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steal up to the Lady Zuleka's room, and 
then, if cautious, should get her away. 
He also Insisted that we should take to 
Santiago de Barros but two men. After 
all these details, he drew a map of the 
house, numbering each room. He would 
send us, to the Inn of PhiUp Second, a 
postal with a single number, from which 
we should understand that the prisoner 
and her maid occupied that room. The 
doors were to be unlocked at two of the 
morning after our landing. He abso- 
lutely refused to warn the Lady Zuleka 
in any way. As an evidence of the entire 
good faith, he did not ask for a penny of 
the thousand pounds unless the attempt 
succeeded to our entire satisfaction ; he 
had said that at the first. 

Enleen looked at him keenly, with the 
same thought I myself had. What if, 
after all, this was a plan to silence the 
two persons who knew about the Lady 
Zuleka, so that Dumont would be left 
in entire control of her person with the 
hope of sooner or later obtaining her 
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" How can you explain to this man 
Raceo your presence here without the 
Isabella? " 

" I often cross over from Tangiers to 
Gibraltar to advise with him about the 
best point of running in our cargo," he 
replied, very reasonably. 

" Well, we will do as you direct," 
Enleen said. But he whispered to me, 
"We must keep our wits about us," 

That evening about sundown, we 
sighted the coast below Barros, and 
about nine o'clock sent Fernandez ashore. 
We were to Wiut ourselves until six in the 
morning and then to appear like tourists, 
who had left the steamer from Marseilles, 
which then put into Barros at half-past five. 

As our confederate went over the side 
after stipulating that the draft for a thou- 
sand pounds should be sent to him, on 
the Isabella at Dorola, Enleen said : 

" He's a too cunning rascal by half 
What did he say about the men Dumont 
brought with him on the Isabella ? " 

"That they scattered, excepting two, 
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" Then we shall be about evenly 
matched, — not counting on the number 
in Raceo's establishment." 

"You are thinking that we may have 
one more fight, Jim," said I. 

" I was thinking that you or I, Tom, 
must kill that man." 

" It is my part," said I softly. 

"If you put it that way, — should 
you l^il, I will take my turn, you may 
believe. And, which one of us, Tom, 
shall go into the house?" 

" If the smuggler should keep his 
word ! " for I feared that indeed it might 
prove to be a snare. " But why can't 
three of us go in ? We shall make no 
more noise than one, and we will leave 
Petere, say, outside to warn us." 

" Didn't you say if the smuggler keeps 
his word ? Now it seems to me, Tom, 
that we have given ours to follow his 
plan, which especially stipulates that only 
one shall enter." 

" Did we ask him why he wished it that 
way ?" 

" He is afraid that two or three men 



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are more likely to be observed in a house 
at night than one. At any rate, we 
are bound to obey him. He has our 
word. But why should it be your part, 
both to take the first shot at Dumont, 
and to go into the house ? " 

" Because," said I, " I love her." 

" What of that ? " he asked after a 
moment. 

" And she has told me that she loves 
me." 

For some moments we stood there 
silently under the stars, with the dark 
coast-line before us ; and I was thinking 
of how, if the smuggler's story were true, 
my dear lady had gone ashore there in 
that rough company. But at least she 
had had the Frenchwoman with her ; 
and from that fact I knew that Dumont 
had treated her with some consideration. 

" My dear boy," came Jim's voice after 
a while, " it's not the love of a woman 
which first led me into this adventure, 
you yourself know, but the love of an 
adventure for itself, and the love of 
justice, — if I do say it. Nor, Tom, is it 



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the love of a woman now, — though I can 
understand how you feel." 

And then we shook hands gravely, 
there under the stars ; and, as men will to 
hide emotion, we took up our expedition 
agMn, Peters, the boson, should go, and 
Mackenzie, the mate. 

"Grimmins and Fet^son will be dis- 
appointed," said I. 

" Poor Grimmins has only one arm, 
and Ferguson but one eye," Enleen said ; 
" and this is an occasion when our small 
force will require all their arms and eyes." 

" Yes," said I, " I believe that will 
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WE were awakened at five, — after on 
my part a sleepless night. Mac- 
kenzie and Peters made up to look as 
much like gentlemen's servants as old 
tars could; and Enleen and I put on the 
knickerbocker suits of the ordinary tour- 
ist. The morning was clear and cold ; 
and we could see on the horizon the 
splendid tower of the great church of 
Santiago de Barros, — beckoning us. 
Peters and Mackenzie carried portman- 
teaus and rugs, as if we were indeed just olF 
the Marseilles steamer, and were there to 
see the church and its Murillos, and the 
quaint town itself Ferguson was in- 
structed to keep a boat in waiting for us, 
and the Dorinda with steam up, as on a 
former more warlike occasion. We had 
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not talked to the men about our errand, 
although they would have been eager 
enough about it if they knew we were in 
search of the Lady Zuleka, who was the 
heroine of not only those who had been 
in Issouan, but of their comrades, who 
already had heard the story of our advent- 
ures told over many times. 

Fernandez' rough map made the path 
plain which led to the highway between 
Barros and Santiago de Barros. Up this 
broad white road we stepped briskly, 
my spirits rising with the exercise ; and 
alt the time the great church loomed up, 
ever greater, ever nearer. Staring peas- 
ants passed us, and a rambling diligence, 
and an occasional priest. I thought of 
what might happen should we pass 
Dumont, but I did not deem him a per- 
son likely to be abroad at that hour of 
the morning. And the sunlight suddenly 
smote the stained glass of the Cathedral, 
which gleamed before us like a promise. 

The Philip Second was found with- 
out trouble, — a typical Spanish inn. The 
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explaining that we were just off the sea, — 
where the weather had been particularly 
bad, — and that we wanted to be in our 
rooms all that day to rest up ; we did not 
care to be seen in Santiago de Barroa; 
yes, Dumont was likely to remember me ; 
I, for my part, never could forget the man 
I had seen in the tight of the flames of 
Rosola. The host still was palavering, 
when we heard a modulated English voice, 
— the accent of Mayfair, of a country 
house, of the season. 

" Why, Mr. Enleen ? *' said the lady. 

" The devil," said Jim, taken aback. I 
looked about to see three modish persons, 
— ^^ Mrs. and Miss Penfield of Warwick- 
shire and Lady Kitty Robbins. I knew 
why Jim said " the devil," for it was embar- 
rassing on an expedition like ours to run 
into a lady who had been assiduously try- 
ing to make you marry her daughter for 
the last two years. But Enleen, as usual, 
was equal to the occasion, and the ladies 
explained they were up so early to see 
the sunrise, and to hear mass, which the 
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Cathedral. The chatter of their voices 
struck me like a sharp pain; I don't 
know what Jim felt. Where had we 
been ? Where was the Dorinda ? Enleen 
lied about all these facts with due discre- 
tion ; and finally we managed to get away 
to our rooms. 

"They never will let me escape them. 
She will watch for me like a cat." But 
suddenly he brightened up. " If we suc- 
ceed, we shall need a chaperon for Zuleka," 
he said. "If we succeed!" I echoed 
almost despairfuUy. For I was thinking 
how near my dear lady was, and I as yet 
with no power to comfort her. 

You may believe that day dragged fear- 
fully. For Jim there were some notes, — 
two, I think, — urging him to go out with 
Mrs. Penfield. " Lady Kitty," wrote the 
discreet Mamma, " is such a pretty girl." 
"The old cat doesn't mention Alice, you 
see," said this fighting Enleen. " Do you 
know, I believe she will end by making 
me marry that girl ? Oh, brace up, Tom, 
don't be so serious. Listen, I'm writing, 
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" ' Thank you, but make it to-morrow, 
if I may have the pleasure. Both Mr. 
Dering and I are fearfully indisposed 
to-day.' " 

He paused, and I saw he was as serious 
as I, although he was trying hard to hide 
it from me. " If we may be here to-mor- 
row. — Damn it, Tom, I can't stand it." 

I never had seen him give way to a 
passion before. In all this adventure he 
had acted with a certain cool deliberation. 
And I don't know what I myself should 
have said, had not the waiter appeared at 
the door with a postal directed to the 
Honorable James Enleen, for we had sent 
at once to the post. On the card was one 
figure, — 7; when we took out Fernan- 
dez's plan of the house on the lane. He 
had been right in his conjecture. The 
prisoner and her maid were lodged in two 
adjoining rooms, on the second floor rear; 
90 our plan declared. The house was 
built on a court which opened on the 
lane, with, you will remember, the convent 
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unbolted, opened on a square room with 
the door to the stair at its right corner. 
No. Seven was three doors from the top 
of the stair. We debated the question 
very carefully, and then called Peters and 
Mackenzie in. We told them the exact 
situation, and the boson swore that he at 
least would die for the Lady Zuleka, and 
Mackenzie, hitching his trousers, said he 
felt interested in her from what he had 
heard, and, besides, he was ready to obey 
orders. Their part was very simple. Each 
man had two revolvers, and Jim two, 
They were to wait in the shadow of the 
convent wall. If there was an outcry, 
they were to rush in to help me. I still 
held that my relation to Zuleka gave me 
the right to enter the house, and Jim, as 
before, yielded to me. 

We didn't go to bed at all ; but lin- 
gered long over the dinner which, like 
the other meals that day, the host served 
in our rooms. Peters and Mackenzie had 
rooms across the hall, and we did not let 
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more mad Englishmen, — possibly rather 
madder than our countrymen. 

But at last the hour was reached. I, 
too, had my revolver ready at my belt. 
And we four stole out into the square and 
under the dark shadow of the Cathedral. 
The night had fallen chill, and now it be- 
gan to snow. We passed nobody but a 
belated watchman, who peered at us sus- 
piciously. At last we came to the lane 
opposite the convent, where a clock rang 
out two. We were on the tick. 

" I am oflF," I sud to Jim. There was 
no mistaking the house of Senor Raceo. 
In &ct, the tane was a blind one. 

I was now walking up to the door des- 
ignated in the plan and lifting the latch. 
Trap or no, the smu^ler had done exactly 
as he had promised. The heavy door 
swung back. I was in the square entrance 
chamber, and was closing the door softly 
behind. Then across the broad bare 
room I tiptoed, making a fearful noise, I 
was sure, and I cursed myself that I had 
not thought to take off my boots. But 
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at its top. The third door to the right 
had a pencilling of light. Yes, that was 
the door. In an instant I was before it, 
wandering if I should better knock or try 
it; wondering if this were the trap. The 
door was unlocked. I threw it back. In 
a chair by a window sat my lady, reading, 
her fece, sad, worn, pale ; yet for all her 
sorrow, she still had spirit. On the bed 
was her woman sleeping, 3 rug thrown 
over her. 

My observation of the scene — the 
bare, square Spanish room, with its cheap 
lithographs of the saints — could not have 
taken more than a second. In that 
second, my dear lady looked up, startledy 
and saw me. There was no surprise ; 
only a look of supreme relief; and she 
arose, stretched out her arms, and said 
simply ; 

" I knew you would be here." 

And as I held her close I whispered 
my love over again. " But he has not 
hurt you, dear?" 

" He hasn't dared. I haven't once 
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him, — for my Father, who is with the 
Father of us all, — and for the men of 
Issouan." And her eyes shone brightly; 
and I knew that for all her sufferings she 
was sdli the Zuleka I knew; and I kissed 
her again and ^ain. 

The door was suddenly thrown open, 
and Dumont stood there, with the same 
sneering smile I had seen him wear that 
morning in the battle. He seemed now 
calm and debonair. 

" You are caught, fool," he said in 
French. " Caught." 

" God will give me strength to kill 
you," I sad; and Zuleka's arms were 
about me. 

At the moment Celeste, the French- 
woman, awoke, and began to scream 
shrilly ; and the house was aUve with 
noises. I knew that my friends had heard, 
and were rushing in ; I knew that the 
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ZULEKA clung close to me, I say, 
softly sobbing. That was proba- 
bly the reason why he didn't fire, with us 
completely in his power, as he had us ; 
I myself failed to realize that moment his 
real reason. Now I tried to disengage 
her arms, for I thought he might kill 
us both together. And the maid still 
screamed shrilly. (You will remember 
how once at Rosola she had frightened me 
with her hysterical cries, and now they 
were as bad.) The uproar in the house 
increased and suddenly — ^as we stood in 
that tableau, I looking fiercely at Dumont, 
with Zuleka's dear self in my arms — 
Enleen's figure was projected into the 
door ; and with an oath, — I never before 
heard him use one so fierce, — he was at 
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Dumont ; and the pistol went off with 
a terrible report ; while I think Celeste 
fainted, for her screams died away. 

But Zuleka was my charge. I did not 
even think of the issue of Jim's fight. 
I simply lifted the dear prisoner in my 
arms, and pushed my way out of the room. 
Her arms pressed close about mc, and I 
could feel her breath on my face. As we 
reached the stair top, a head projected, in 
the light of the open doorway we had left, 
whence we could hear the struggle between 
Jim and Dumont. They seemed to be 
rolling over together. 

The head on the stair and I peered at 
each other ; and then suddenly the head 
shook; another was behind; and threw it 
with a mighty swing, down the stairs. 

"Where's Mr. Enleen ? " came Peters' 
voice. '* Mac will manage tfiat hulk. 
He's at the foot of the stairs." 

I motioned to the open door, and the 
boson rushed in there to help Enleen, 
while 1 kept on with my burden. Sud- 
denly, on the top step, she slid out of my 
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" But Celeste ? " she said. 

" They won't hurt her. Ah, you must 
come with me." And I tried to lift her 
^ain. But she gently insisted ; and with 
one arm around my neck, and my arm 
about her waist, we ran down the stairs 
together. 

It was pitch dark below; but Macken- 
zie sang out : 

" I can take care of 'em, sir." 

He seemed to be struggling with three, 
one probably the man Peters had thrown 
downstairs. 

I now lifted Zuleka up and ran toward 
the open door, and in a moment we were 
in the lane tn the moonshine. For the 
clouds had broken, and the moon lay 
over the little covering of new-fallen 
snow ; and the great church stood out, 
grand and mighty, there in the square 
before us. 

And my heart was glad. She was in 
my care, and let him be brave who will 
take her from me. 

I noticed a vigorous tapping, as of 
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some with lanterns and with stout sticks, 
met us. Putting Zuleka down, I whipped 
out my revolver. 

"In the King's name, surrender," came 
a voice ; and I saw and understood enough 
Spanish to know that we were in the hands 
of the gendarmes. I put my pistol back. 

" Don't tremble, dear," I whispered. 

"Are you not here? "she said almost 
reproachfully ; and 1 held her close. 

" I give myself up to the police, of 
course," I said in my best Spanish. " I 
only ask permission to leave this iady 
with the ■ Mother Superior of the con- 
vent." 

"Is she with you wllingly, rascal?" 
said the officer, a stout fellow, moving a 
short sword, " On, to the house, fellows." 

For there had burst from the house 
loud cries of " Murder ! " " Robbers ! " 
I saw our Captain wished any excuse to 
get out of the direct fray ; and while his 
men swept on, save one, I took a sover- 
eign I happened to have loose in my 
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" Ask the lady in French," I said. 

" Do you go with this gentleman will- 
ingly ? " he said in a patois ; but Zuleka, 
understanding, spoke up in a firm voice ; 

"Yes, he is my betrothed." 

" It is reasonable, then," said the 
worthy, touching his cap {the sovereign 
had had that efFect). "But I shall have 
to detain you until I find out what the 
disturbance is about." 

At the moment the other gendarmes 
appeared, with seven prisoners. They 
were preceded by a little thin man, who 
was gesticulating wildly. I divined that 
this must certainly be the Seiior Raceo 
whose household we had disturbed. In 
the throng of the gendarmes — there must . 
have been fourteen of these fellows — 
there was Enleen, tall, proud, and still 
self-possessed, although sadly bedraggled 
by his encounter with our enemy. Du- 
mont's fee was bloodied, and he limped ; 
and for once the sneer had gone from his 
face, and he looked thoroughly dismayed. 
Behind these two, with their hands behind, 
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looking sea-dogs, just out of a fight, as 
you could wish to see. With them, un- 
bound, were four others, one evidently 
a Spaniard, and the three others the fel- 
lows in Dumont's following. 

Raceo came forward, gesticulating and 
shouting : 

"These men broke into my house to 
steal the ward of my friend, the Baron dc 
Bire," and he pointed to Dumont. 

" Yes," said that worthy easily ; " the 
lady is my ward." 

" He is a French outlaw, Dumont," 
Enleen exclaimed. " And I must tell 
you I am James Enleen, brother-in-law 
to Lord Travers, the British Minister at 
Madrid ; and for every injury you do us 
you will be asked to account, my friends." 

But Raceo advanced to the Captain of 
the gendarmes, almost threateningly. 

" You know me, Setior Gomez. I am 
a man of weight in Santiago de Barros." 

"Yes," said the Captain of the gen- 
darmes respectfully. " I know you, Seiior 
Raceo." 

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lady back to her guardian. Put these 
robbers in jaii over night. To-morrow 
the Alcalde will pass judgment on them." 

" That is reasonable," said Captain 
Gomez, and I saw the influence of my 
sovereign had passed before the fear of 
the local magnate, Raceo. " Go over to 
your guardian, woman." 

"He is not my guardian," said Zuleka 
in French ; and she whispered to me, 
" You will not let them take me away ? " 

" Release Seiior Raceo's servants. Take 
these men to jail," satd the Captain of 
the gendarmes. 

" Come, mademoiselle," said Raceo, 
advancing toward us. And then I forgot 
myself I sprang forward and brought 
this same Setlor Raceo a good left-hander, 
which tumbled him over on the pave- 
ment. In an instant all was in uproar. 
Peters and Mackenzie strutted with 
their captors. I retreated to Zuleka 
and pulled out my pistol. Enleen him- 
self did not make a move ; he knew 
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said. Dumont smiled snecringly, for he 
knew I had made our case worse. 

As the short swords of the police sud- 
denly gleamed, a calm authoritative voice 
interrupted, while a tall figure in black 
came from the shadow of the church. 

" Stop ! " said the voice. 

The change was instantaneous. Half 
of the gendarmes fell on their knees. 

*' The Bishop ! " was the cry. 

" I have heard the dispute," said the 
authoritative voice. *' I know Mr. Enlcen 
to be what he says he is. The lady shall 
lodge to-night under my protection, with 
the Mother Superior of the convent. 
The gentlemen — the men against whom 
Seiior Raceo and his guest have a griev- 
ance — shall be lodged in jail, until 
the Alcalde can act on the case in the 
morning." 

" Haven't I told you we were in God's 
hands?" Zuleka said, raising her Hps to 
mine. And then with gentle dignity she 
turned to the priest. 

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The Bishop bowed his head. The 
crowd opened, and they walked together 
toward the convent gate. Even Senor 
Raceo, discomfited as he was, forgot to 
expostulate. 

" Bring on your prisoners," the Captain 
of the gendarmes at last found voice to 
say. " Leave Senor Raceo's household. 
The case will be judged to-morrow by the 
Alcalde, as His Reverence the Bishop has 
decreed." 

It was lucky for us that the Bishop had 
been sitting up that night with a sick gen- 
tleman of Santiago de Barros ; it was lucky 
that returning through the square he had 
stopped in the shadow of the Cathedral to 
note the disorder ; it was lucky that he 
had known Enleen in Paris. But as my 
dear lady says, God knows no luck. 

Perhaps it was all just His will that the 
l^dy Zuleka slept that night in the con- 
vent of Ursulines beyond the reach of her 
enemies. And as we marched along in 
the moonshine with the gendarmes to 
the jail of Santiago de Barros, I had the 
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undertaking had succeeded in part; and 
1 found myself even whistling a merry 
air. 

So we came to the jail, the Captain of 
the Guard treating Enleen most respect- 
fully on account of the Bishop's recogni- 
tion. I noticed they walked apart from 
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THERE was one large vile room in 
the jail ; a square place guarded 
by heavy iron doors, and with little htgh- 
put, iron-barred apertures to give it air. 
The floor was scattered with filthy straw ; 
and a dirty, drunken, bandit-looking pris- 
oner stretched himself as we were brought 
in. 

The Captain here ordered Mackenzie 
and Peters to be unbound. The latter 
swore a round sailor's oath at the situa- 
tion, but he ended : 

"At least, the lady is not with them 
rats, eh, sir ? " 

But Mackenzie preserved his Scottish 
stolidity. 

They could get no word from him. 

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any weapons we had, which we did with 
poor enough grace ; the two men having 
to receive first a most decided order from 
Enleen, 

" Now, sir," swd the Captain, " since 
you are an acquaintance of His Reverend 
Grace, I see no reason why I shouldn't 
deliver the message you wish." 

Without a word, Enleen took a card 
and a little stiver pencil from his pocket, 
and wrote something. Handing the card 
to the Captain, he added five sovereigns, 
which the Captain pocketed without any 
show of reluctance. 

" I hope you will take it, as an evidence 
that I know I am putting ycu to trouble, 
and of my appreciation of your courtesy." 

The Captain bowed obsequiously, and 
said he knew the Senor was a great prince. 
And, having ordered that a candle be left 
with us, he bowed himself out. As the 
doors closed, and we heard the heavy 
bolts against their sockets, my fiiend 
turned to me with a grim smile. 

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our friend, the Captain — is greater than 
that of mind." 

"Well?" said 1. 

" I have bribed him to take a note to 
our acquaintance, Mrs. Penfield, at the 
inn, asking her to have the English and 
French Consuls at Barros in the Alcalde's 
court to-morrow at ten," and he added: 

"I learned that it will be to-morrow 
at ten ; and that all these police are here 
because of socialist Hots in this province. 
That's the reason so formidable a force 
happened to be patrolling to-night." 

"I think," said I, "that the night's 
work might have had a worse ending." 

" At least," said Enleen gravely, " she 
is safe, I think. I will trust to the 
Bishop of Barros." 

" Yes," said I, " at least we have accom- 
plished so much. And, after all, the smug- 
gler played us true." 

" Yes, he probably is on his way back 
to Dorola, where he will wait for his draft. 
He will get it. I hope he will get out 
of it without any trouble. I say, we 
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" Trust to a rascal for looking after 
himself. Fernandez and Hicks both have 
done us favors." 

"You have to bargain with the devil 
sometimes to accomplish any good," my 
friend said. And he added : " We were 
having a pretty wrestle — Dumont and 
I — when we were interrupted. I must 
kill him yet." 

" I notice your clothes are torn and 
very dirty," I said. 

At the moment there was a rasping of 
the bolts. The doors swung back, and 
we saw, to our surprise, the man we were 
talking about. 

"Speaking of the devil," Enleen ex- 
claimed. 

" Close the doors. When I want you, 
I will knock on the panel with the butt 
of my pistol," Dumont said to the gen- 
darme, who, bowing, did as he was bade. 

" You are surprised," said the man, 
turning to us. Mackenzie and Peters 
stood in the background, staring. Du- 
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leen had made, and the limp from a 
strained ankle muscle. 

" You think," he went on almost defi- 
antly, " that because a man commits 
crimes, he doesn't remain a gentleman. 
Well, I was born a Baron de Bire. Raceo, 
who gained me this entrance here, spoke 
the entire truth, I was retired from the 
service. I entered it again in the Colonies 
through my family influence, under another 
name. Misfortune led me to appropriate 
some money. I escaped. I became the 
leader of the men you know on the Al- 
gerian border." 

He stopped as if to see how we were 
taking what he said. But we, despite our 
hate of him, watched him in sheer amaze- 
ment. He had ventured in among us, 
every man of us ready to kill him, because 
of his crimes against our friends; and yet 
we listened, — awed by the bravery which 
he ever had displayed in our experience 
of him. 

"Now, as for the lady of Issouan, I 
have treated her, gentlemen, as a Baron 
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— do you understand me? I saved her 
from Abdul Mahommed at a great risk 
to myself. I intended, it is true, to try 
to marry her; but even that intention 
passed, because — " 

He paused, as if meditating the next 
words. " She tried to kill me on the Isa- 
bella one day — with a pistol which had 
been carelessly left in her cabin. The 
shot missed. I picked up the pistol, and 
asked her to shoot me. It was not play- 
acting ; I meant it. She dropped the 
pistol, and ran to the cabin. 

"Yet I was not inclined to give her 
up. I shall be in court to-morrow with 
my cousin. But I wanted you to know 
that you misjudged me. And what do I 
care for you, pray ? Not a snap of the 
finger, it is true. I only care for her, — 
since I have known her, — since I brought 
her from Issouan. I am here — because 
I love her." 

" Take care ! " I said, advancing a step ; 
and I think Enleen said " take care " ; 
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dead in Issouan ; but Enleen motioned 
them back. 

" Well," de Birc went on, " you have 
a grievance against me. Because of her 
I came here to let you settle tt; and I 
ask you to let me, — as if I were still a 
Baron de Bire, your equal ; not Dumont, 
with a price on his head." 

" I agree," said Enleen. " When ? " 

De Bire took from his pocket two duel- 
ling pistols, extending them to us. 

" Here," he said. " Here ! " 

" I am ready," I said. " You remember 
our agreement on this subject, Enleen ? " 

My friend, — remembering that talk 
on the Dorinda, — ^^ approaching my right, 
bowed in acknowledgment, and drew 
back. Then he took the pistols from 
de Bire, and examined them, and handed 
them over to Mackenzie, while he paced 
out the distances. 

" Stand here, Baron de Bire," he said. 
" And believe that while I have decidedly 
a grudge against you, I appreciate that you 
are a brave man, — born a gentleman." 

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bow, and took the place assigned him. 
Enleen pointed out the spot where I 
was to stand. Mackenzie brought the 
pistols. 

" Look out for him, Mr. Dering; he is 
a trickster, and as dirty a villain as ever 
lived." 

Peters, the boson, hitched his trousers, 
and looked anxious. Since the fight, both 
he and the mate were a bedraggled pair, 

" I too respect your bravery. Baron de 
Eire," I said. 

But he said nothing at all ; only stood 
there, looking very comely and boyish, 
even with that gash on his cheek. 

"One, — two, — three," said Enleen. 

And I fired to kill him ; but, as the 
smoke cleared, his voice came out low 
and firm : 

" You have broken my right wrist. 
That is all. I can shoot equally well with 
my left." 

But at that moment the doors were 
thrown open and there was a crowd of the 
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was seized by two, and I, by two ; and 
de Bire was taken away. 

" I had not killed him, then," I said to 
myself; and for some reason, I was not 
particularly sorry. Enleen and I talked 
it over, for we could not sleep in that vile 
place. The original drunken prisoner 
seemed to be quite undisturbed by all the 
uproar. Mackenzie and Peters fell to 
talking and I to thinking of my lady, 
there in the convent of the UrsuHnes. 

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The Alcalde's Court, and a Tale that's 
Told 

THE Alcalde sat in the court-room of 
Santiago de Barros, the picture of 
a Spanish Shallow, Awaiting the prison- 
ers were the ladies from the Inn of 
Philip the Second, curious and modish, — 
London fashions and gossip, carried down 
into Spain. There were the English and 
French Consuls from Barros. And to these 
entered the prisoners, — Enleen, the two 
men, and I. Enleen obtained permission 
of the Alcalde to speak to the English Con- 
sul, The Alcalde was willing to oblige a 
prisoner known to His Gracious Highness 
the Bishop. The red-faced little man, 
who looked as if he wiled away the dul- 
ness of Barros by a Scotch too often a 
day, crossed over to the great Honorable 
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son. What the Honorable Mr. Enleen 
said to him, the Consul at once repeated 
to the French one ; who it chanced had 
known the Baron de Eire, and was ready 
to demand the arrest of that famous 
criminal. 

And then there entered side by side 
with the Mother Superior of the Ursu- 
lines, and His Grace the Bishop, a lady 
heavily veiled, whose eyes yet sought 
mine ; and she was my love. 

But where was the Senor Raceo, who 
had the charge to press ? Where was the 
Baron de Eire? 

Then late, hatless, there entered a Httle, 
cunning-faced, shrill-voiced, and very ex- 
cited Senor. 

"What is it, Senor?" the Alcalde de- 
manded severely. 

"Your Honor, I am here to inform 
you that a duel was fought in the jail 
last night, and my friend, the Baron de 
Eire's wrist broken." 

A duel in the jail, by a thousand 
saints ! What was law and order in San- 
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" By the favor of Captain Gomez of 
the gendarmes I secured my friend's re- 
lease. But, Your Honor, a half hour 
since at my house, he shot himself through 
the heart, and is dead." 

A suicide! The lady across the room 
by the Bishop raises her veil, and her dear 
sweet face looks across to me. Yes, in 
truth, the crime of Issouan is avenged. 

" A suicide ! " says the Alcalde ; " he 
must have been a bad man. Only bad 
men wish to affront God by taking their 
lives before their respective times," and 
the Alcalde looks across to the Bishop for 
approval. But His Grace's grave fine 
face — his wise eyes — say nothing. The 
ladies from England are staring at and 
whispering about the wonderfully pretty 
lady by the Bishop's side. 

The French Consul rises. This de 
Bire is a French criminal whose arrest 
he has come there to demand ; but de Bire 
has gone beyond human justice. 

" Eh, a criminal, your friend, Seiior 
Raceo ? " says the Alcalde with great 
severity. 



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Setior Raceo stammers and mutters, and 
says at last that he misunderstood the 
situation ; he has been persuaded by His 
Gracious Reverence the Bishop, that he 
has been mistaken in his estimate of the 
character of this so-called Baron de Eire ; 
he has been led to think that the Eng- 
lish milords, with their provocations, were 
perfectly right in breaking into his house 
as they did. 

So the charge is dismissed. So I have 
crossed over to my lady's side, and we 
are walking side by side in the square of 
the great church of Santiago de Barros. 

And there in the church we were mar- 
ried by that very Bishop, Heaven bless and 
prosper him. And one of the Thorntons 
came down from England to give away his 
grandniece. My Father was there from 
Devon, now rather proud of me, I think, 
since he had proven his theory that we 
Derings are sure to straighten up sooner 
or later. And dear old Jim Enleen was 
there. I wonder if he loved her. How 
could he have helped it? Even that villain 
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because of her. And there were the crew 
of the Dorinda, — every manof them, from 
one-eyed Ferguson, Peters, Mackenzie, 
Wells, down to the ship's cook. (Enleen 
hired some men to look after the good 
ship the meanwhile.) And there was 
Grimmins, the little cockney, who had 
lost an arm at my lady's service. There 
never was, I believe, such a day in Santiago 
de Barros. 

But all's now a tale that's told. The 
treasure itself has been turned into Eng- 
lish and French securities, and two-thirds 
of it distributed in charities in Northern 
Africa and Constantinople, exactly as was 
Ahmed Pasha's desire. Blood money it 
was, taken from the poor of ages ; and 
blood followed it to the end. In fact, all 
of the leaders who fought against Rosola, 
out of the lust for the treasure, are dead, 
except one, John Hicks, — who, indeed, 
made amends ; his like is not now in the 
service. 

And for my dear lady it is a story, I 
hope ; a sad fearsome story, which has 
ended in our happiness. 



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As for Jim Enleen, now, through three 
deaths, the Earl of Denburden, there are 
many more stories about him. He or I 
will tell you one some day which is better 
than this as a story. He is still doing 
things ; still going about the world. 

What matters whether American or 
English, — he's the masterfijl, strong 
man. Don't, I pray, misjudge me, 
who am the narrator, by calling me a 
snob or an Anglo-maniac; I'm neither 
one nor the other. A man, dear sir or 
madam, is a man, whatever his nation- 
ality; and so is a gentleman, a gentle- 
man. Let 's thank God, unprincipled 
adventurers are fewer every year in 
England and in America ; let 's thank 
God that both nations appreciate duty 
and truth and honesty. 

And, then, there's love, which is God's 
blessing. 

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