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\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-iiin-persia}{CHAPTER II—IN PERSIA}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-iiithe-persistence-of-achmet}{CHAPTER III—THE PERSISTENCE OF ACHMET}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-ivthe-challenge}{CHAPTER IV—THE CHALLENGE}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-vin-the-cemetery}{CHAPTER V—IN THE CEMETERY}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-vithe-sights-of-stamboul}{CHAPTER VI—THE SIGHTS OF STAMBOUL}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-viilost-on-the-buried-lake}{CHAPTER VII—LOST ON THE BURIED LAKE}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-viiion-the-way-to-damascus}{CHAPTER VIII—ON THE WAY TO DAMASCUS}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-ixthe-struggle-at-the-station}{CHAPTER IX—THE STRUGGLE AT THE STATION}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xthe-green-eyed-monster}{CHAPTER X—THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xia-man-of-command}{CHAPTER XI—A MAN OF COMMAND}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xiibetween-life-and-death}{CHAPTER XII—BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xiiiinward-torture}{CHAPTER XIII—INWARD TORTURE}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xivdick-disobeys}{CHAPTER XIV—DICK DISOBEYS}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xvpurchasing-a-human-being}{CHAPTER XV—PURCHASING A HUMAN BEING}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xvithe-sword-is-stained}{CHAPTER XVI—THE SWORD IS STAINED}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xviia-position-of-peril}{CHAPTER XVII—A POSITION OF PERIL}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xviiiin-a-deadly-trap}{CHAPTER XVIII—IN A DEADLY TRAP}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xixbrad-and-nadia}{CHAPTER XIX—BRAD AND NADIA}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xxthe-flight}{CHAPTER XX—THE FLIGHT}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xxisaved-by-prayer}{CHAPTER XXI—SAVED BY PRAYER}\par

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\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xxiiithe-fount-of-fury}{CHAPTER XXIII—THE FOUNT OF FURY}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xxivthe-fate-of-a-foe}{CHAPTER XXIV—THE FATE OF A FOE}\par

\item[] \hyperlink{chapter-xxvsunset-from-the-citadel}{CHAPTER XXV—SUNSET FROM THE CITADEL}\par

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The steamer had crossed the Sea of Marmora and
entered the Bosporus. It was approaching Constantinople.
On the right lay Asia, on the left Europe.
Either shore was lined with beautiful mosques and
palaces, the fairylike towers and minarets gleaming
in the sunshine.\par

The deck was crowded with people eagerly gazing
on the bewitching scene. From that point of view it
was a land of enchantment, strange, mysterious, fascinating.
Shipping from all quarters of the globe lay
in the splendid harbor.\par

Among the crowd on deck were two boys who were
making a European tour in charge of Professor Zenas
Gunn, of the Fardale Military Academy, from which
one of the students had been unjustly expelled. This
was Dick Merriwell, the younger brother of the former
great Yale athlete and scholar, Frank Merriwell.\par

With Dick was his chum and former roommate at
Fardale, Bradley Buckhart, of Texas.\par

“What do you think of it, Brad?” asked Dick,
placing a hand on the shoulder of his comrade, who
was leaning on the rail and staring at the bewildering
panorama.\par

Buckhart drew a deep breath.\par

“Pard,” he answered, “she beats my dreams a whole
lot. I certain didn’t allow that the country of the ‘unspeakable
Turk’ could be half as beautiful.”\par

“Wait until we get on shore before you form an
opinion,” laughed Dick. “It certainly is beautiful from
here, but I have reasons to believe that things will not
seem so beautiful on closer inspection.”\par

“Then I opine I don’t care to land!” exclaimed Brad.
“I’d like to remember her just as she looks now.”\par

“Hum! ha!” broke in another voice. “I don’t blame
you, my boy. Isn’t she beautiful! Isn’t she wonderful!
Isn’t she ravishing!”\par

“All of that, professor,” agreed the Texan.\par

Professor Gunn, who had joined them, readjusted
his spectacles and thrust his hand into the bosom of
his coat.\par

“I have admired her for a long time,” he declared.
“In fact, ever since my eyes first beheld her intellectual
and classic countenance. Her hair is a golden halo.”\par

“Eh?” grunted Buckhart, in surprise.\par

“Hair?” exclaimed Dick, puzzled.\par

“Her eyes are like limpid lakes,” continued Zenas.\par

“Eyes?” gasped both boys.\par

“Her mouth is a well of wisdom.”\par

“What are you talking about?” demanded Dick.\par

“Her teeth,” went on the professor—“her teeth are
pearls beyond price.”\par

“Is he daffy?” muttered the Texan.\par

“And her form has all the grace of a gazelle. She
is a dream of enchantment. Every movement is a
poem. I could worship her! I could spend my life
at the feet of such a woman listening to the musical
murmur of her heavenly voice.”\par

“Look here, professor,” said Dick, “what is the matter
with you?”\par

“I’m enthralled, enchanted, enraptured by that
woman.”\par

“What woman?”\par

“Why, the one we are talking about, Sarah Ann
Ketchum, president of the Foreign Humanitarian Society,
of Boston, Massachusetts. Who else could I be
talking about?”\par

“Oh, murder!” exploded Brad. “Wouldn’t that
freeze you some!”\par

Both boys laughed heartily, much to the displeasure
of the professor.\par

“Such uncalled-for mirth is unseemly,” he declared.
“I don’t like it. It offends me very much. Besides,
she may see you laughing, and that would harrow her
sensitive soul.”\par

“Professor, I didn’t think it of you!” said Dick, trying
to check his merriment. “You are smashed on the
lady from Boston—and you’re married. Have you
forgotten that?”\par

“Alas, no! I can never forget it! But do not use
such vulgar and offensive language. ‘Smashed!’
Shocking! You do not understand me. She is my
ideal, my affinity, the soul of my soul! Yet I must
worship her from afar; for, as you say, I am a married
man. I have talked with her; I have heard the
music of her voice; I have listened to the pearls of wisdom which dropped from her sweet lips. But I haven’t
told her I am married. It wasn’t necessary. Even
if I were to know her better, even if I were to become
her friend, being a man of honor, that friendship would
be purely platonic.”\par

“Rats!” said Brad. “You’re sure in a bad way,
professor. Why, that old lady with the hatchet face
would scare a dog into a fit.”\par

“Bradley!” exclaimed Zenas indignantly. “How
dare you speak of Miss Ketchum in such a manner!
She is a lofty-minded, angelic girl.”\par

“Girl!” gasped Dick. “Oh, professor! Girl! Oh,
ha, ha, ha! She’s sixty if she’s a minute!”\par

“Sixty-five!” asserted Brad, slapping his thigh and
joining in the merriment.\par

“Stop it!” spluttered the old pedagogue. “She’s
looking this way now! She’ll see you laughing. She’s
had trouble enough with that little, dried-up, old duffer
from Mississippi, who has followed her about like a
puppy dog.”\par

“You mean Major Mowbry Fitts?” said Dick.\par

“Fitts—that’s the man. They’re all majors or
colonels down in Mississippi. He’s no more a major
than I am a general.”\par

“But he’s a fire eater,” declared Dick. “He is a
very dangerous man, professor, and you want to be
careful. He’s fearfully jealous of Miss Ketchum, too.
Followed her all the way from the United States, they
say. I’ve seen him glaring at you in a manner that has
caused my blood to run cold.”\par

“Let him glare! Who’s afraid of that withered
runt! Why, I could take him over my knee and spank
him. I’d enjoy doing it, too! What is he thinking of?
How can he fancy such a superbly beautiful woman as
Miss Ketchum could fancy him, even for a moment!
Besides, he is a drinking man, and Miss Ketchum is a
prohibitionist. She told me so herself.”\par

“Be careful that she doesn’t smell your breath after
you take your medicine, professor,” advised Dick.
“But I suppose there is no danger of that now, for the
voyage is practically ended.”\par

“Yes,” sighed Zenas. “We soon must part, but
I shall always carry her image in my heart.”\par

“This certain is the worst case I’ve struck in a long
while,” said Brad.\par

“She comes!” breathed Zenas, in sudden excitement.
“She comes this way! Behave yourselves, boys! Be
young gentlemen. Don’t cause me to blush for your
manners.”\par

Miss Sarah Ann Ketchum, tall, angular, and painfully
plain, came stalking along the deck, peering
through her gold-rimmed spectacles, which were
perched on the extreme elevation of her camel-back
nose.\par

“Steady, Brad!” warned Dick. “Keep your face
straight.”\par

Miss Ketchum had her eye on the professor; he had
his eye on her. She smiled and bowed; he doffed his
hat and scraped. Like a prancing colt he advanced to
meet her.\par

“Does not this panoramic spectacle of the Orient
arouse within your innermost depths unspeakable emotions,
both ecstatic and execrable, Professor Gunn?”
asked the lady from Boston. “As you gaze on these
shores can you not feel your quivering inner self
writhing with the shocking realization of the innumerable
excruciating horrors which have stained the
shuddering years during which the power of the Turk
has been supreme in this sanguine land? Do you not
hear within the citadel of your soul a clarion call
to duty?\par

“Are you not oppressed by an intense and all-controlling
yearning to do something for the poor, downtrodden
Armenians who have been mercilessly ground
beneath the iron heel of these heartless hordes of the
sultan? I know you do! I have seen it in your countenance,
molded by noble and lofty thoughts and towering
and exalted ambitions, which lift you to sublime
heights far above the swarming multitudes of common
earthy clay. Have I not stated your attitude on
this stupendous subject to the infinitesimal fraction
of a mathematical certainty, professor?”\par

“Indeed you have, Miss Ketchum!” exclaimed
Zenas.\par

“Oh, wow!” gasped Buckhart, leaning weakly on
the rail. “Did you hear that flow of hot air, Dick?”\par

“I did,” said Dick, concealing a smile behind his
hand. “That sort of Bostonese has carried the old boy
off his feet. Brad, the professor has lost his head over
the lady from Boston, and it is up to you and me to
rescue him from the peril that threatens him. He is
in danger, and we must not falter.”\par

The steamer was swinging in to her mooring, but
Professor Gunn was now too absorbed in Miss Ketchum
and her talk to tell the boys anything about the
two cities, that of the “Infidel” and that of the “Faithful,”
which lay before them.\par

A man with a decidedly Oriental cast of countenance,
but who wore English-made clothes, paused near the
professor and Miss Ketchum, seemingly watching the
boats which were swarming off to the steamer.\par

“Look, pard,” whispered Buckhart. “There’s the
inquisitive gent who has bothered us so much—the one
we found in our stateroom one day. He’s listening
now to the professor and the Boston woman. I’ll bet
my life on it.”\par

“I see him,” said Dick, yet without turning his head.
“Brad, the man is spying on us.”\par

“I certain reckon so, and I’m a whole lot sorry we
let him off without thumping him up when we found
him in our stateroom.”\par

“He protested that he got in there by accident.”\par

“And lied like the Turk that he is!” muttered the
Texan. “I’d give a whole bunch of steers to know
what his name is.”\par

“He’s up to something. I found his name on the
list of passengers.”\par

“What is it?”\par

“Aziz Achmet.”\par

“I knew he was an onery full-blooded Turk. His
cognomen proves it.”\par

“He’s a subject of the sultan, beyond question.
Something tells me we are going to have trouble with
that man.”\par

“Well, he wants to lay his trail clear of mine,”
growled Buckhart. “I’m getting a heap impatient
with him, and I’ll be liable to do him damage if he provokes
me further by his sneaking style.”\par

A little man with a very fierce, gray mustache and
imperial came dodging hither and thither amid the passengers,
caught sight of Miss Ketchum, hastened forward,
doffed his military hat, and made a sweeping
bow.\par

“Madam,” he said, “it will affo’d me great pleasure
to see yo’ safely on shore.”\par

“My dear Major Fitts,” said Sarah Ann, “I am
truly grateful for your gallant thoughtfulness. Professor,
permit me to introduce you to Major Mowbry
Fitts, of Natchez, Mississippi. Major, this is Professor
Zenas Gunn, principal of Fardale Military
Academy, a very famous school.”\par

“Haw!” said Professor Gunn, bowing stiffly.\par

“Ha!” said Major Fitts, in his most icy manner.\par

Then they glared at each other.\par

“Your solicitude for Miss Ketchum was quite needless,
sir,” declared Zenas. “I am quite capable of looking
out for her.”\par

“Suh, yo’ may relieve yo’self of any trouble, suh,”
retorted the man from Natchez.\par

“I couldn’t think of it, sir, not for a moment, sir,”
shot back the professor. “It might be trouble for
you, sir, but it is a pleasure for me.”\par

“The old boy is there with the goods,” chuckled
Brad.\par

But Major Fitts was not to be rebuffed in such a
manner.\par

“Considering your age and your physical infirmities, suh,” he said, “I think Miss Ketchum will excuse
yo’.”\par

That was too much for Zenas.\par

“My age, sir!” he rasped, lifting his cane. “Why,
you antiquated old fossil, I’m ten years younger than
you! My infirmities, sir! You rheumatic, malaria-sapped
back number, I’m the picture of robust, bounding
health beside you!”\par

“Gentlemen!” gasped Sarah Ann, in astonishment
and dismay.\par

“Don’t yo’ dare threaten me with your cane, suh!”
fumed the major. “If yo’ do, suh, I’ll take it away
from yo’ and throw it overbo’d, and yo’ need it to
suppo’t your tottering footsteps, suh.”\par

“I dare you to touch it, sir!” challenged the irascible
old pedagogue, shaking the stick at the major’s nose.\par

Fitts made a grab, caught the cane, snatched it away,
and sent it spinning overboard.\par

A moment later Zenas grappled with the man from
Natchez, doing it so suddenly that the major was
taken off his guard and sent flat upon his back on the
deck, his assailant coming down heavily upon him.\par

Miss Ketchum screamed and fled.\par

In a moment Dick had the professor by the collar
on one side while Brad grasped him by the collar on
the other side. They dragged him off and stood him
on his feet, although he vigorously objected and tried
to maintain his hold on the other man.\par

“Here, here, professor!” exclaimed Merriwell;
“you are disgracing yourself by your behavior.”\par

“He threw my cane overboard, the insolent, old, pug-faced sinner!” raged Zenas. “I’ll take its value out
of his hide!”\par

The other passengers in the vicinity were looking on
in mingled wonder and enjoyment, many of them being
aware of the cause of the encounter between the two
old chaps.\par

“See the kind of a scrape your foolish infatuation
for the woman from Boston has led you into,” said
Dick, in the ear of the professor. “Brace up! The
passengers are laughing at you.”\par

Brad had assisted Major Fitts to rise. The little man
was pale, and his eyes glared. He stood on his toes
before Zenas, at whom he shook his fist, panting:\par

“Suh, this is not the end of this affair, suh! Give
me your address in Constantinople, suh, that I may
have a friend wait on yo’. This outrage shall be
avenged in blood, suh!”\par

Dick was between them. He turned to the major.\par

“You have both made yourselves ridiculous,” he
said. “It shall go no further. If you are not ashamed,
I am ashamed for you.”\par

“I demand satisfaction!” palpitated Fitts. “I am
from Mississippi, and no man can give me an insult
and escape without meeting me in a duel.”\par

“The gentleman is quite right,” said the soft voice
of Aziz Achmet, as the Turk stepped forward. “Under
the circumstances the affair must be settled in a
manner that will satisfy his wounded honor. If he
needs a friend, I shall take pleasure in representing
him.”\par

“Thank yo’, suh,” said the major. “I accept your
generous offer, suh, and appreciate it.”\par

“Wants a duel, does he?” cried Zenas. “Well, he
can’t frighten me that way! I’ll go him!”\par

“And I shall take great pleasure, suh, in shooting yo’
through the heart,” declared Fitts. “Yo’ will make the
eleventh to my credit, suh.”\par

The mooring being completed, a great gang of men
swarmed on board and took the steamer by storm.
They were a struggling, snarling, shouting pack of
Greeks, Armenians, Turks, Jews, and Italians, who
literally fell on the bewildered passengers, as if seeking
to rend them limb from limb. They raged, and
shouted, and pushed, and in this confusion Dick and
Brad managed to hustle the professor away, Fitts and
Aziz Achmet being lost in the throng.\par

“Come now,” said Dick, “let’s get on shore in a
hurry and see if we can’t keep clear of Major Mowbry
Fitts, unless you are anxious to get yourself
carved up or shot full of lead. He means business,
and he really wants to fight you in a duel. You were
in a nasty scrape, professor.”\par

“But my honor——” began Zenas.\par

“Was satisfied when you floored him handsomely
before all the passengers. Let it go at that.”\par

They found their baggage, and then Dick selected,
amid the howling mass of human sharks, a fellow with
a dirty red fez and a huge hooked nose.\par

“Do you speak English?” he asked.\par

“I spik all languages, Italian, Grek, Tergish, Yarman——”\par

“That will do,” said the boy. “Here is our luggage.
Look after it and get us into a boat.”\par

In some marvelous manner it was accomplished.
They descended a ladder into a swaying boat, and their
luggage followed them like magic. Then came the
dragoman Merriwell had selected, and soon they were
on their way to the shore.\par

“Thank fortune!” laughed Dick. “I hope we have
seen the last of Aziz Achmet, Major Fitts, and Miss
Sarah Ann Ketchum.”\par

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When they reached the pier they found themselves
confronted by several Turkish officers, who immediately
began questioning them. Their passports were
scrutinized doubtfully; and it began to appear that
there would be a long delay, during which all their luggage
would be overhauled and examined piece by
piece.\par

Then Mustapha, the dragoman, whispered a word in
Dick’s ear, and directly the boy slipped some money
into the hand of one of the officers, whose manner
toward them underwent a most surprising change, for
he politely assured them that their baggage would not
be opened and that there need not be the slightest delay.
They were at liberty to leave the custom house
at once and take their belongings with them.\par

Barely had they passed from the custom house when
they suddenly found themselves surrounded, as it
seemed, by people from all the tribes of the earth. This
throng was made up of street venders who were peddling
all sorts of goods, sugared figs, sandals, grapes,
bread, clothes, and all of them shouting in a babel of
tongues that was deafening and bewildering.\par

“Whoop!” cried Brad. “Talk about an Indian pow-wow!
This beats it a mile! You hear me gurgle!”\par

When these peddlers would have charged on the
Americans Mustapha warned them off and held them
at bay, shooting violent remarks at them in a dozen
different languages. With his aid they succeeded in
passing through the thick of the throng without suffering
physical violence.\par

“Well, I certain thought I was due to lose my scalp
that go!” laughed the Texan. “Pard, you sure did a
right good thing when you engaged this gent to pilot
us. He knows his biz a plenty.”\par

“Richard,” said the professor, “I must compliment
you on your acumen and discernment. It has aroused
within my innermost depths unspeakable emotions of
profound admiration which I am incompetent to adequately
express——”\par

“Hold on, professor!” cried Dick. “Leave that kind
of gas to the lady from Boston, and talk in your usual
sensible manner. Up to the present occasion you have
been running things, but your encounter with Major
Fitts left you in such a condition that I saw something
had to be done, and so I tried my hand.”\par

“With flattering success, my boy—with flattering
success. Why, young as you are, I believe you could
get along anywhere—in any country or clime.”\par

“Thanks, professor. We’ll let it go at that.”\par

“What is that chap with the can and wooden mugs
selling?” questioned Brad.\par

“That is a water seller,” exclaimed Zenas.\par

“Water? Wow! Is water so dear on this range
that they can peddle it?”\par

“Water is the beverage of the Turk. He never
touches intoxicants. Unspeakable he may be, but he
has that virtue.”\par

“That may be true,” said Dick; “but he doesn’t
keep his streets clean.”\par

In truth they had emerged into a labyrinth of dark,
narrow, and filthy streets, all the charm of the place
having disappeared as soon as they were fairly on land.
The mosques and towers had vanished, and their surroundings
were decidedly repellent. Everywhere was
mud, and garbage, and dogs. Of the latter there
seemed to be hundreds upon hundreds of every breed
and description.\par

“They are the street cleaners,” explained the professor.
“Here no one harms a dog, for if it were not
for them the city would become too filthy for human
beings to inhabit.”\par

“Well, I certain am not as much stuck on Constantinople
as I was,” growled Brad.\par

“I must remind you,” said Zenas, “that there is
really no such place as Constantinople. The European
quarters of the city is called Pera, while the Moslem
quarter is Stamboul.”\par

“Perhaps Brad isn’t stuck on it,” said Dick; “but I
am. If this mud gets worse I shall be stuck on it
to such an extent that I can’t perambulate. Look here,
Mustapha, have we got to foot it all the way to our
hotel?”\par

“No, effendi; we tak’ tram car, we tak’ horse—you
choose.”\par

Even as he spoke they came to a street corner where
several saddled horses were waiting, after the manner
of cabs in an American city.\par

“Me to the broncho!” cried Brad.\par

“There is the tram car,” said Dick, with a motion.\par

The car was seen a short distance away, and the
professor favored choosing that method of conveyance.
Mustapha, however, for all that he had invited them
make their choice, argued against it, explaining that
half the car was reserved for ladies and that the other
half was always crowded to suffocation.\par

Therefore they decided on the horses. Soon they
were mounted and on their way up the long hill to
Pera.\par

Although much of its beauty had vanished, the
strange sights and sounds of the city keenly interested
the American lads. They beheld people of many
nationalities, yellow-coated Jews, with corkscrew
curls, Bohemians, Nubians, Chinamen, Englishmen—all
hastening on their various ways.\par

Pera proved to be a city quite modern in appearance,
made up mostly of monotonous four-storied houses,
new hotels, and shops filled with machine-made Oriental
goods. The houses were flat-roofed and nearly
all of them had balconies with cast-iron railings.\par

At last they arrived at their hotel, where they settled
with Mustapha, who settled in turn with the
owner of the horses.\par

“When I come next?” asked Mustapha. “You need
interpriter dat spik lanquages well. I tak’ you all ofer
efrywheres. You haf much troubles you try go ’thout
good dragoman.”\par

By this time the professor had fully recovered, and
he made arrangements with the dragoman, who then
took his departure.\par

In the hotel they were turned over to a huge tattooed
Nubian, his midnight blackness made more pronounced
by the snow-white garments he wore. The Nubian
conducted them to their rooms in the upper story,
where their luggage was presently brought. Finding
the rooms fairly satisfactory, with windows overlooking
Pera, the Golden Horn, and giving them a view of
the Turkish city beyond, they prepared to settle down
and be satisfied.\par

First Dick took a long survey of the scene that could
be beheld from the most advantageous window. From
that point he could look away onto Galata and Stamboul,
and again he was enchanted by the spectacle. The
sun was shining on the palaces, mosques, and tall minarets,
it was lighting the ripples of the Golden Horn,
and over all was the superbly blue sky which defies the
skill of the greatest artist.\par

Dick heaved a deep sigh.\par

“Strange that it all should seem so beautiful from a
distance and that the beauty should so quickly vanish
on close inspection,” he said. “In this case it is indeed
true that ‘familiarity breeds contempt.’”\par

“That sure is right,” agreed Buckhart. “All the
same, we’ll proceed to get familiar with it, I reckon.”\par

They next indulged in the luxury of a bath, taking
turns, and all felt decidedly refreshed.\par

A call brought the Nubian, and they were informed
that they could be served with anything they wished in
their rooms, if they were willing to pay the extra
charge.\par

After considerable discussion, they ordered a meal.
There was sufficient delay to whet their appetites, and
then the Nubian and an assistant reappeared, a table
was spread, and they sat down to eat.\par

“A fried boot leg would taste good to me now,” declared the Texan. “That being the case, I reckon I’ll
manage to get along on the fodder they supply here.”\par

But everything proved more than satisfactory.
There was enough, and it was good.\par

During the meal the giant black man stood ready to
wait on them. When not serving them, he folded his
tattooed arms across his massive chest and regarded
them steadily with his eyes. When they had finished
the assistant reappeared, and the table and dishes were
removed.\par

“I sure would hate to have that gent place his paws
on me in violence,” observed Buckhart. “I opine he’s
some powerful.”\par

“He looks like a Hercules,” said Dick.\par

“He made me extremely nervous,” confessed the
professor. “I think I’ll inform the proprietor that we
would much prefer having some one else attend us
while we are here.”\par

“Don’t!” exclaimed Merriwell. “I rather fancy the
Nubian.”\par

They lounged about for a time after eating, but
finally the professor made an excuse to leave the boys,
saying he would return soon.\par

“Pard,” chuckled Buckhart, when Zenas was gone,
“the old boy did get a plenty smashed on the woman
from Boston.”\par

“I’m glad we got him away from her—and from
Major Fitts.”\par

“And I’m glad we won’t be bothered any more by
that sneaking Turk, Aziz Achmet, who seemed spying
on us. Wonder what Aziz took us for. I believe he
was some sort of Turkish confidence man. He was a
heap eager to act as Major Fitts’ second in a duel.”\par

“Think of Zenas Gunn in a duel!” exclaimed Dick,
and they laughed heartily.\par

After a while Merriwell became worried over the
professor’s protracted absence. Going to the door, he
stepped outside.\par

He stepped into full view of two men, who were
whispering in the shadows of a draped alcove.\par

One was the giant Nubian.\par

The other was Aziz Achmet, the mysterious Turk!\par

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There was something decidedly ominous and sinister
in the behavior of the coal-black giant and the silent,
secretive Turk, who were whispering there in the
shadows. In spite of himself, Dick felt a sudden faint
chill, like an icy breath, sweep over him.\par

He stood quite still and regarded them steadily.
They saw him, and their whispering stopped. The
eyes of the tattooed black man seemed to gleam with
a baleful fire, but his dark face remained as unchangeable
as marble.\par

Slowly a strange smile overspread the countenance
of Achmet. With a quick, silent step, he advanced toward
the boy. He spoke in a low, soft tone:\par

“So you are safely here, my lad? I see no harm has
befallen you.”\par

His English was almost perfect.\par

“What are you doing here?” demanded Dick. “This
is not a place in which one of your faith should choose
to linger, with the City of the Faithful so near. Indeed,
I have been told that the better men of your
religion never deign to contaminate themselves by setting
foot in this place, which is polluted by the infidel.
Your conduct is suspicious, to say the least.”\par

“It is seldom one who may not be well suspected
is in such haste to suspect another,” retorted the Turk,
still with that strange, faint smile which was very
annoying to the boy.\par

Indignation swelled within Dick’s heart, for now he
was fully satisfied that they were being spied upon by
this man.\par

“Look here,” he said, “you’ll get into trouble if you
continue to follow us about.”\par

“Be careful that you do not get into far more serious
trouble.”\par

“There is no reason why we should get into trouble,
for we have a way of minding our own business.”\par

“Then you are the first Americans I have seen who
have that excellent habit,” retorted Achmet, in a manner
that became more and more insulting.\par

Had Dick not learned by example and practice to
control his temper, he might have lost his head. He
kept cool, however—outwardly, at least.\par

“It is plain you have been spying on us,” he said.
“We caught you in our stateroom on the steamer——”\par

“An accident.”\par

“An accident, perhaps, that we caught you. It was
no accident that you were there. What’s your game,
man? You are up to some rascally business.”\par

“I like not your lack of politeness, boy. I am not
the one to answer questions. It is you who should explain,
but I will talk with the man whom you call
professor.”\par

“I don’t know whether you will or not.”\par

“I demand to see him.”\par

“You will have to find him.”\par

“Is he not in those rooms?”\par

“No.”\par

“Let me see.”\par

The manner of Achmet plainly denoted that he did
not believe Dick.\par

“We have engaged those rooms and paid in advance
for them,” said Merriwell, still holding himself
in check. “We are entitled to privacy in them, and
we have no intention of admitting strange and suspicious
visitors, especially a Turk of your questionable
behavior.”\par

“You refuse me admittance?”\par

“Decidedly.”\par

Aziz Achmet made a quick sign to the black giant.
Instantly the Nubian strode forward. Dick made a
move to retreat, but the arm of the black man darted
out and one powerful hand seized the lad. Merriwell
had not overestimated the probable strength of the
tattooed man, for, with scarcely an effort, it seemed,
the boy was lifted from his feet and placed to one side.\par

Achmet quickly advanced to the door, flung it open,
and entered the room.\par

Brad Buckhart had caught the hum of voices outside
and was crossing the room to investigate when he
found himself face to face with the Turk.\par

“Waugh!” exclaimed the Texan, in surprise.\par

“Pardon, boy,” said Achmet, still maintaining his
quiet manner and soft speech. “I would speak with
the professor.”\par

“Is that so?” said Brad. “Well, whoever invited
you to walk in all unceremonious and chirklike? It
strikes me that you are some forward in your deportment.
Where’s my pard?”\par

“Here!” cried Dick, who had been released by the
Nubian, and who now hastened into the room. “This
man forced an entrance. He has dogged us here,
Brad.”\par

“Dogged is a proper word for it, I reckon!” grated
the Texan, beginning to bridle. “Forced his way in,
did he? Well, I judge we’ll just shoot him out on his
neck and teach him a bit of common decency!”\par

He proceeded to strip off his coat in a very businesslike
manner.\par

“Hold!” commanded Achmet. “You will regret it,
you infidel whelp, if you place your vile hands on me!”\par

“Whoop!” roared the Westerner. “We’ll sure see
about that right away! Come on, partner!”\par

But now the Nubian stalked into the room, apparently
ready to take a hand in the encounter, and
Achmet called attention to him.\par

“This man alone,” he declared, “is more than the
equal of twenty boys. He once slew a strong man with
a single blow of his fist. If you lift a finger against
me he will rend you. Be careful!”\par

In spite of this warning Buckhart would have
pitched in; but Dick had better judgment and hastened
to restrain his friend.\par

“The black man is dangerous, Brad,” he said, in a
low tone. “Unless we use deadly weapons, he can
master us alone. Besides that, we do not wish to kick
up an uproar unless forced to do so. Steady, old man!”\par

“Whoop!” cried Brad. “This business is making me
sizzle a heap!”\par

“It is an outrage, and we’ll enter a complaint.”\par

“You bet your boots!”\par

“That is your privilege,” smiled Achmet, in his half-sneering
way. “When I am through, you may complain as much as you like; but first bring forth the
professor, that I may question him. Why is he
hiding?”\par

“Hiding? Do you think he would hide from you?”
exclaimed Dick. “I tell you he is not here. Look for
yourself.”\par

“And be right careful that none of our belongings
stick to your fingers,” growled the Texan. “We’ve
been robbed in various ways from London all the way
here; but this is the first time any one has tried the
game open and brazen, like this.”\par

“You are not in the least danger of being robbed,”
assured the Turk. “I invite you to watch me, in order
that you may see you have no complaint of that sort to
make.”\par

He then looked into the adjoining room, and the
bath.\par

“Well, are you satisfied?” demanded Dick.\par

Achmet showed a trace of annoyance and disappointment.
He stated that he had been told by the Nubian
that the professor was there, and further that he was
sure Zenas Gunn had not left the hotel since his
arrival.\par

“Which makes it plain that he has played the spy
on us right along,” said Dick, addressing Brad, but
not lowering his voice.\par

“Sure!” rasped Buckhart.\par

“I will wait for his return,” said the Turk. “While
I am waiting, perhaps you will inform me what business
has brought you to this country.”\par

“Our business is none of your business,” declared
Dick.\par

“Of that I will judge when I am satisfied that I have
learned your business.”\par

“We are traveling.”\par

“For what purpose?”\par

“To see the world.”\par

“Two boys and an old man. In Italy your behavior
was suspicious. You disappeared from Naples in
great haste, without explaining why you left so suddenly
or whither you went.”\par

“Great tarantulas!” muttered Brad. “He’s even got
track of us as far back as that.”\par

“In Venice you were concerned in some singular and
unaccountable things, and in Greece you had dealings
with lawless characters. Had you remained in Athens,
you must have explained your actions to officials of the
city government. You left there, also, in haste.”\par

Dick wondered that the man should know so much
of their movements.\par

“It seems,” continued Achmet, “that in various
places the police have been warned against you; but
that in each instance they sought to find out about
you only to find you suddenly departed.”\par

“This certain is a plenty interesting!” gasped Buckhart.
“What does it mean, pard? Can you tell?”\par

Dick had been thinking swiftly. His hand fell on
his friend’s arm.\par

“Brad, it is the work of Bunol and Marsh, our bitter
enemies. They were sore because we fooled them by
getting the Budthornes out of their power. They have
lost track of Dunbar Budthorne and his sister, Nadia,
but have managed somehow to keep trace of us, and
have tried to cause us as much annoyance as possible.”\par

“I opine you’re right, Dick,” nodded Buckhart.
“That’s just it. I wouldn’t be surprised to see those
two onery varmints turn up any time. Well, they’ve
succeeded in making a lot of fool work for a lot of fool
people, and this is the first time we’ve been touched
by it.”\par

Achmet had listened to their words with a manner
of mingled interest and doubt. It was plain that he
did not understand, and he was on the point of questioning
them further when the sudden sound of excited
and angry voices reached their ears through the partly
open doorway.\par

“The professor!” cried Dick. “Something is doing,
Brad! Come on!”\par

“Lay the trail, pard! I’m at your heels!”\par

They rushed forth and ran toward the point from
which came the sound of those voices.\par

“You’re a miserable, crawling worm! You’re a
whisky-soaked, dried-up, offensive squid! You have
annoyed the lady by your obnoxious attentions, and
they must cease!”\par

It was the voice of Zenas.\par

“Yo’, suh, are a long-eared jackass, suh, and I demand
satisfaction fo’ your insults, suh!”\par

“Major Fitts!” exclaimed Dick, in dismay.\par

“Gentlemen, gentlemen!” shrilled another voice.
“This is scandalous! You must not quarrel over me!
It is shocking to my delicate sensibilities. I cannot
permit it!”\par

“And Sarah Ann, sure as shooting!” cried Brad.\par

At the head of the stairs were three persons. Zenas
Gunn was shaking his fist down at Major Fitts, while
the major was shaking his fist up at the professor.
Miss Ketchum had her hands clasped in an attitude of
despair, while she implored them to desist.\par

Dick halted, folding his arms.\par

“Now what do you think of that?” he muttered, in
disgust.\par

“It certain is some annoying,” chuckled Buckhart,
pausing with his hands resting on his hips. “Shall we
pitch in, pard, and break it up?”\par

“I’m tempted to let those two old fools have it out,”
said Merriwell.\par

“Good idea! Mebbe it will cure them both.”\par

“Take your fist away!” snarled the professor, knocking
the hand of the little man aside.\par

“Don’t yo’ strike at me, suh!” panted the major,
his face red as a boiled lobster, and his gray mustache
bristling.\par

“Strike at you!” retorted Zenas scornfully. “If I
ever struck at you, you human wart, there wouldn’t be
anything left of you but a grease spot!”\par

“Oh, please, please stop!” sobbed Sarah Ann, trying
to get hold of them and force them apart.\par

“Yo’ had better hide behind a lady’s petticoat!”
raged the man from Mississippi.\par

“Hide behind nothing!” retorted Gunn, giving Miss
Ketchum an embrace and looking over one shoulder,
while he reached over her other shoulder to again
shake his fist at Fitts. “She is trying to keep me from
annihilating you.”\par

Finding herself in the professor’s embrace, Miss
Ketchum screamed and seemed on the point of
fainting.\par

“Oh, Moses!” laughed Buckhart. “Look at that,
pard—just look!”\par

“I see,” said Dick, also convulsed. “The professor
isn’t losing the opportunity to hug Sarah Ann, and it
makes the major bloodthirsty.”\par

Fitts danced round in an endeavor to get hold of
Gunn, but the latter skillfully turned so that he kept
Miss Ketchum’s limp form between them.\par

“Unhand that lady!” rasped the man from Mississippi,
fairly frothing. “How dare yo’ behave in such
a manner!”\par

“Oh, go back to your kennel!” advised Zenas.\par

The major caught hold of Sarah Ann and managed
to dance round until he could get his hands on the
professor.\par

“Release her!” he commanded.\par

Miss Ketchum straightened up a little.\par

“Such a shocking scandal!” she sobbed.\par

“Yo’ have compromised her, suh!” panted Fitts.
“Yo’ shall pay the penalty with your life, suh!”\par

“I’ve stood just as much of this as I can!” grated
Zenas. “I’ll just throw you downstairs!”\par

Which he attempted to do, while Sarah Ann again
tried to part them. On the top stair both lost their
balance. Wildly they grabbed at something as they
toppled. The right hand of Zenas caught Miss
Ketchum. The left hand of the major closed on her,
also. Then all three toppled, a shriek of terror escaped
the woman, and down they went.\par

Bump, bump, bump-ety-bump!\par

Tangled in a most astonishing manner, the three
seemed to bound like a huge rubber ball from stair
to stair. At intervals legs and arms shot out from
the mass and described half circles in the air. The
woman continued to scream, the professor yelled, while
the major grunted and gasped with every thump. It
sounded as if the entire hotel was falling.\par

“Oh, say, pard, this is awful!” cried Buckhart, rushing
toward the stairs.\par

“I’m afraid the professor will be somewhat dented,”
said Dick, also losing no time.\par

Thud! crash!\par

The trio landed at the bottom of the stairs.\par

Sarah Ann struck in a sitting posture, with her
skirts outspread. She was minus a wig and a full set
of false teeth, and she presented a ludicrous spectacle of
wreck and despair. Both men were beneath her, and
having landed on them she did not seem to be seriously
harmed.\par

Dick and Brad bounded down the stairs and reached
her.\par

“Are you hurt, madam?” questioned Merriwell, his
natural chivalry causing him to express anxiety for her
first.\par

She spoke, and strange were the mumbling sounds
which issued from her toothless mouth.
“I’ve sost my seesh in thish dishgrashful affairsh,”
she answered. “Be sho kindsh to reshtorsh my seesh,
pleash.”\par

“Here madam,” said Dick, picking up something,
“are part of them.”\par

“And here, madam,” said Brad, also picking something
up, “are the rest of them.”\par

She hastily slipped them into her mouth, while
Mowbry Fitts began to kick and shout.\par

“Let me get up!” he called, in a muffled voice.\par

“Be quiet,” said Miss Ketchum, “until I have arranged
my toilet.”\par

Her head was almost entirely devoid of hair.\par

“Perhaps this may assist you,” said Dick, discovering
her wig and handing it to her.\par

“Help!” called the husky voice of Professor Gunn.
“I’m smothering! I can’t breathe!”\par

“You don’t deserve to breathe,” said Miss Ketchum,
calmly adjusting the wig. “You are two indecent
creatures, and I am sure you have disgraced me forever.”\par

Major Fitts was becoming frantic.\par

“I’m dying!” he groaned.\par

“I’m dead!” came faintly from Professor Gunn.\par

By this time scores of guests had reached the spot
and stood asking questions. Others were coming.
The whole house had been aroused.\par

“Dick,” said Brad, “I do believe the professor is
smothering! She’s sitting on his head, and his
struggles are growing weaker.”\par

“Lift her, Brad,” said Merriwell.\par

They caught hold of her and stood her on her feet.\par

“Water!” gasped the professor.\par

“Whisky!” wheezed the major.\par

They lay on their backs, having managed to roll
over, gasping for breath.\par

Miss Ketchum looked down at them with an air of
contempt.\par

“I hope,” she said, “that the proprietor has you both
locked up as lunatics! You are the worst old fools I
ever saw! So there!”\par

Then, declining assistance, she hurried up the stairs.\par

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CHAPTER IV—THE CHALLENGE}

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The final words of Sarah Ann ere she pranced up
the stairs did much to revive the professor and the
major. They sat up and looked at each other. The
expression on their faces was comical in the extreme.\par

“She meant you, sir!” rasped Gunn.\par

“She meant yo’, suh!” snapped Fitts.\par

“I think she plainly included both of you,” said Dick;
“and I fancy it is the opinion of all present that she
hit the nail on the head.”\par

“I don’t know about the nail,” groaned Zenas; “but
I’m sure something hit me on the head. And that
woman—that heartless jade—sat on me! She nearly
finished me!”\par

“Had she completed the job,” declared the major, “it
would have been a blessing, suh. It would have
disposed of a pestiferous, weak-minded, addle-pated,
goggle-eyed——”\par

“Hold on! Stop right there!” cried Zenas. “That
will do! You have reached the limit, sir—the limit!”\par

“Yo’ may think so, suh; but yo’ll find this is far
from the limit. I am a man of honor, and I demand
satisfaction. I demand blood!”\par

“He’s a butcher!” chuckled Brad.\par

“You have it already,” said Zenas. “Your nose is
bleeding, sir.”\par

“You know what I mean. I demand that you meet
me in mortal combat. You escaped me once, but you
shall not escape again. I caught you sneaking around
the door of Miss Ketchum’s room and——”\par

“I caught you there, you fabricator!” flung back the
professor.\par

At this point the proprietor of the hotel appeared on
the scene and promptly announced that he would not
have such things in his house. He threatened to eject
them both, whereupon Dick hastened to assure the
angry man that he would take care of the professor
and see that there was no further disturbance.\par

Then Dick and Brad lifted Zenas to his feet and
started him up the stairs, one on either side.\par

“You shall hear from me again!” cried the major,
in defiance of those who had raised him and were dragging
him away.\par

“Bah, sir!” Zenas flung over his shoulder.\par

“Boo, suh!” Fitts hurled back.\par

“Slowly, slowly, boys!” groaned the old pedagogue.
“I feel as if all my joints were dislocated and half
my bones were broken. It’s a wonder my head is not
mashed flat, for that woman—that creature—sat on
it! Then she called me an old fool!”\par

“But,” said Dick, “you know you could spend your
life at her feet, listening to the musical murmur of her
heavenly voice.”\par

“Her voice sounds like tearing a rag!” sneered
Zenas. “She’s all skin and bones, and——”\par

“Why, professor!” interrupted Brad. “I heard you
assert that her form had the grace of a gazelle.”\par

“Never—never said it! She’s a hatchet-faced
old——”\par

“Tut! tut!” chided Dick. “You know you admired
her the first time you beheld her intellectual and classic
countenance.”\par

“Now stop it, boys! Did you see her glare at me
with those fishy eyes?”\par

“Awful!” exclaimed Dick. “You called her eyes
limpid lakes.”\par

“I deny it! I deny it! And she has false teeth, for
I heard her mumble that she lost them when she fell.”\par

“You distinctly stated,” reminded Buckhart, “that
her teeth were pearls beyond price.”\par

“I think they cost about eleven dollars a set,” estimated
Dick.\par

“And her golden halo of hair came off in the shuffle,”
said the Texan. “She’s as bald as a billiard
ball.”\par

“Say no more!” entreated Zenas. “Get me to my
room and spread me on the bed. Boys, if you ever tell
of this—if you ever even mention it again—I’ll send
you both back home!”\par

By this time they had reached their rooms, and
they helped the old fellow to the bed, on which he
slowly sank, groaning as if in great distress.\par

“Bring me my medicine, Richard,” he entreated.
“I must have a small dose. You will find it in my
medicine case. The leather-covered flask, Richard.
That’s it. Never mind pouring any. I’ll take it directly
from the flask. It is a harmless tonic, and I
need it greatly just now.”\par

He took a long pull at the leather-covered flask.
After that he lay back and closed his eyes for a moment.
Suddenly they popped open and he exclaimed:\par

“To think that creature should call me an old fool!”\par

“But you know pearls of wisdom drop from her
sweet lips,” laughed Dick.\par

“And she is a lofty-minded, angelic girl,” added
Brad.\par

“Get out of here, you two rascals!” cried the old
man. “You’re laughing at me, you ungrateful scamps!
Do you want to drive me crazy? Leave me to meditate
on the frailty of human flesh.”\par

The laughing lads retired to the adjoining room.\par

“Well, one good thing happened,” said Dick; “it
cured him of his foolishness over Sarah Ann.”\par

“He sure is well cured,” agreed Buckhart.\par

There came a sharp knock on the door. Before they
could open it, it was flung wide by the giant Nubian,
and Aziz Achmet again entered the room.\par

“This is too much!” exclaimed Dick. “I’ll call the
proprietor and see if we are to be annoyed by this man
in this outrageous manner.”\par

“Wait a moment, boy,” advised the Turk, still
maintaining his cool and insolent manner. “I am
here on most important business. Professor Gunn has
been challenged to mortal combat by Major Fitts, and
I have come as the representative of the major to make
arrangements for the affair of honor.”\par

“Well,” said Dick, “you may return and tell that
little blusterer to go to a warmer clime! Professor
Gunn is not a fighting man, and he will not meet Major
Fitts in a duel.”\par

“Hold on—hold on, Richard!” called the professor,
who was beginning to feel the influence of the “medicine”
from the leather-covered flask. “Don’t be so
hasty! I want you to understand that I am no coward!
That withered old pippin can’t frighten me! No, sir!
If he wants to fight a duel, I’ll meet him, and I’ll give
him all he wants of it!”\par

“Professor, you——”\par

“Stop, Richard—stop right there! I know my own
business. If I were to let that mistake from Mississippi
drive me into my boots I’d never after have the
face to look at my own reflection in a mirror.”\par

“But a duel, professor—a real duel——”\par

“I know. It’s all right. I’ll show him the kind
of stuff I’m made of, I will! He thinks he’ll frighten
me, but he’ll find out he can’t jar me a bit. I’ll meet
him with weapons of any sort. I’ll meet him anywhere!”\par

“Whoop!” cried Buckhart. “The old boy means
it, pard, and I reckon he’ll make good!”\par

“Mowbry Fitts will find out that I’ll make good,”
said Zenas. “He can’t send his representative here
and frighten Zenas Gunn, of Fardale. Fix it up,
Richard. You shall be my second. I leave it all to
you. That unfortunate fall shook me up, and I’m a
trifle dizzy. I’ll retire again. But this gentleman
had better tell old Fitts to prepare for his funeral.
That’s all he’ll be good for when I am through with
him.”\par

Then Zenas again retired to his room.\par

Aziz Achmet waited. Dick Merriwell thought
swiftly.\par

“Where and when shall this duel take place?” he
asked.\par

“There is an old cemetery a short distance up the
street,” said the Turk.\par

“Well?”\par

“It will be an excellent place for the meeting.”\par

“And the hour?”\par

“Daybreak to-morrow, if it suits you.”\par

“That’s all right.”\par

“The weapons——”\par

“We have the choice of weapons,” interrupted Merriwell.\par

“And you choose swords—or pistols?”\par

“We will not only choose the weapons, we’ll provide
them,” said the boy. “I’ll have them on hand, Mr.
Achmet.”\par

“But it is customary to settle all these little details
in advance, boy.”\par

“You have forced this affair on Professor Gunn.
I guarantee that he will be on hand at the appointed
time to-morrow morning. I also guarantee that he will
have the weapons. If you’re not satisfied with that, get
out of these rooms and cease to annoy us further.”\par

“That’s business!” cried Buckhart.\par

Achmet seemed to think a moment, but he finally
bowed, retreating gracefully toward the door.\par

“It is only a single point,” he said, “and I shall
advise my principal to concede it. But I wish you to
understand that we shall be on our guard for trickery,
and I’ll see that Major Fitts has a fair and even
chance.”\par

Then he passed through the door, which the Nubian
closed.\par

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CHAPTER V—IN THE CEMETERY}

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When Pera was swept by fire but one thing in the
burned portion remained practically unchanged. It
was an old cemetery. It is there to-day, in the midst
of the city of modern buildings, and this cemetery was
the spot chosen by Aziz Achmet for the duel.\par

To this old graveyard in the dusky light of morning
came three persons. One was an old man, haggard
and pallid; the others were boys. The boys each carried
a basket carefully covered by a cloth.\par

Professor Gunn had scarcely closed his eyes in sleep
that night. He tried to sleep, but his “medicine” ran
out, and without its soothing influence he wooed slumber
in vain. During the greater part of the night he
had walked the floor of his room or sat writing at a
little table.\par

Beneath the dismal cypress trees which filled the
cemetery it was still quite dark.\par

“Boys,” whispered the professor, as they paused
on the point of entering, “can you see anything of
them?”\par

“Can’t see much of anything,” answered Dick, “only
what looks like a lot of drunken ghosts.”\par

In truth the graveyard seemed filled with reeling,
ghostly forms, but, on closer inspection, these were
found to be tombstones. The human appearance of
these lurching stones was explained on closer examination,
for it is the custom of the Turks to carve the
stone above the grave of every man so that its top
is crowned either with a turban or a fez. Seen in a
dim light, the tilted stones looked remarkably like staggering
human forms, robed in white.\par

“Boo!” muttered Buckhart, shrugging his broad
shoulders. “This sure is a spooky old place.”\par

Both boys heard a sudden sound like rattling dice.
They discovered it came from the professor, whose
teeth were chattering loudly.\par

“Keep a stiff backbone, professor,” advised Dick.
“It will all be over in a short time.”\par

“Ye-yes,” faltered Zenas, “it will all bub-bub-be over
fuf-fuf-for me. Richard, I fuf-fuf-feel that I am gug-gug-going
to fuf-fuf-fall.”\par

“Nonsense! Why, you were bold as a lion last night
when Achmet called.”\par

“Bub-bub-but that was lul-lul-last nun-nun-night,”
chattered the shaking old fellow. “Besides, I had tut-tut-taken
some tut-tut-tonic. I wush I ha-ha-had sus-sus-some
nun-nun-now.”\par

“It sure is a shame you ran out of tonic,” said Brad.
“But you won’t be any good whatever unless you get
a brace on. You’ve got to fight Fitts now.”\par

“Yes, you’ll have to give him fits,” said Dick, making
a poor pun. “You can’t back out without being
branded as a coward, after which you’d never again
dare look at your own reflection in a mirror.”\par

“I know it,” sighed Zenas; “but I was a fool to be
so bub-brave last night! That woman is responsible
for it all! If I dud-dud-die, my blood will be on her
head!”\par

“But you’re not going to fall,” declared Buckhart.\par

They finally succeeded in leading him into the gloom
of the cemetery, and he seemed greatly relieved when
they ascertained beyond doubt that Major Fitts and
his second had not arrived.\par

“Perhaps they won’t come at all,” said the old pedagogue
eagerly.\par

“Perhaps not,” agreed Dick; “but I wouldn’t count
on that, for I believe Achmet will bring the major.”\par

But the professor was hopeful as well as anxious.
He watched the gray light of morning sifting through
the cypress branches and bringing out the ghostly
tombstones with more and more distinctness. Then
he began to fear.\par

“I—I think there is no doubt about it,” he said, at
last. “He is not coming, boys. He’s a bluffer. He
tried to bluff me, but he failed.”\par

Having arrived at this conclusion, he rapidly grew
indignant.\par

“This thing is outrageous!” he blustered—“outrageous,
I say! Why, the craven little whipper-snapper!
Just think of it, he hasn’t the courage to come
here like a man and meet me in mortal combat! He
is a coward—that’s what he is, a coward! A fire eater,
indeed! Bah! The next time I meet him, I shall
tweak his nose! Yes, sir, tweak it!”\par

In the dim, gray light Dick and Brad exchanged
glances. Neither laughed, but both felt like it.\par

“I’m tired of waiting,” declared Zenas. “The time
is past. He isn’t coming, and we may as well return
to the hotel.”\par

“I think we had better wait a little longer,” urged
Dick.\par

“But what’s the use. It’s morning now, and that
craven from Mississippi is not on hand. I’ll warrant
he is hiding beneath his bed this very minute.”\par

“I opine you’re mistaken, professor,” said Brad
dryly. “If I ain’t a heap mistaken, here he comes
now.”\par

“Where?” gasped Zenas.\par

“There,” said the Texan, motioning toward three
dim figures which were entering the cemetery and approaching.
“I reckon it’s Major Fitts, accompanied
by two friends.”\par

“Oh, Lordy!” groaned the professor, growing limp
and leaning on Dick’s shoulder, all the bluster taken
out of him in a second.\par

Once more Merriwell urged the old pedagogue to
brace up.\par

“Don’t let him see you’re afraid,” he urged. “Do
stiffen up, professor!”\par

“Richard,” groaned Zenas, “I had a premonition
that my time had come. Here, Richard, take these
papers. One is my last will and testament. The other
is a fond adieu to my wife. Poor Nancy! how I
pity her! She’ll never see me again! Tell her how
I perished, Richard. Perhaps some time—when I’m
gone—you may think—of me. It is a fearful thing—to
perish—in a foreign land—far from—the loved
ones—at home.”\par

The old man choked and could speak no more.\par

The three persons were now quite near, and by the
dim light the boys could recognize the short figure
of Major Fitts. Aziz Achmet had the major by the
arm and seemed talking to him earnestly in low tones.
The third man carried a small hand case, and seemed
like a surgeon.\par

Fitts and the surgeon stopped a short distance away,
while Achmet advanced swiftly, with his usual soft
step.\par

“I see you are here, gentlemen,” he said.\par

“We are,” returned Dick; “but we began to think
you were not coming. Professor Gunn is anxious
to have this affair over in order that he may take a
bath before breakfast.”\par

“A bath!” said the Turk. “Before breakfast?”\par

“Yes; he always has his morning shower or sponge.”\par

“But he may not need one this morning.”\par

“I reckon he will,” muttered Buckhart, to himself.
“If Fitts’ aim is any good, the professor sure will need
one a heap.”\par

“Major Fitts,” said Achmet, “is inclined to be magnanimous.”\par

“Indeed?” said Dick questioningly.\par

“Yes; he wishes me to say that he has no real desire
to slay one of his own countrymen.”\par

“Kind of him!”\par

“And, therefore, if Professor Gunn will apologize,
he will overlook the insult and spare him.”\par

“I—I think I had better do it, Richard!” whispered
Zenas.\par

“Mr. Achmet,” said Dick stiffly, “you will kindly
inform Major Fitts that he has quite misunderstood
the situation. Tell him that unless he immediately
apologizes in the most humble manner Professor Gunn
insists that the affair be carried through to the bitter
end.”\par

“To the bitter end!” put in Buckhart. “That’s the
stuff!”\par

The Turk bowed.\par

“Then there is nothing else to be done but to arrange
the preliminaries. I will speak to the major a
moment.”\par

As soon as Achmet’s back was turned the professor
seized Dick and almost sobbed in his ear:\par

“Richard, Richard, why did you do it? My blood
will be on your head!”\par

“Hush!” returned Dick. “Don’t you see the major
is frightened worse than you are? Achmet has
dragged him here, and he’s ready to take to his heels
and run for his life.”\par

“Wh-what?” gasped Zenas, straightening up as if
electrified. “Are you sure?”\par

“No question about it. Achmet is having a difficult
time to hold him now.”\par

It was a fact that Mowbry Fitts was very much disturbed.
He protested that there might be a mutual
understanding through which the affair could be
dropped. All the way to the cemetery he had hoped
that the professor would not be there and would fail
to appear. He now declared that Achmet was responsible
for the whole wretched affair.\par

“It is a shame that two highly intelligent men, two
eminently respectable citizens of a great and glorious
country, should meet here, suh, in this wretched old
cemetery, suh, and slaughter each other in cold blood,”
he said.\par

Achmet shrugged his shoulders.\par

“I am quite surprised in you,” he declared. “I
thought you a brave man. The other American is
waiting and anxious. If you show the white feather
now, you will be branded the rest of your life as a
coward.”\par

At last the major seemed to brace up. He announced
that he was ready for the worst.\par

By this time it had grown quite light outside, although
there were still deep shadows in the cemetery.\par

Again Achmet turned to the professor and the boys.\par

“We are ready,” he said. “Where are the
weapons?”\par

The surgeon was kneeling on the ground, having
opened his case. He was laying out his instruments on
a white cloth.\par

“If you are ready, we are,” said Dick. “The weapons
are in these baskets. You may select either basket
you choose. Let the major remove his coat in order
that his arms may be free and unhampered. Professor,
strip.”\par

Smothering a groan, Zenas permitted Brad to assist
him in removing his coat. Major Fitts also took
his coat off.\par

Achmet hesitated when invited to choose one of the
baskets. He feared a trick and inquired if the weapons
in one basket were identical with those in the other.
Dick assured him that there was not the slightest
difference.\par

“I selected them myself with the greatest care,” asserted
the boy. “They are good and strong.”\par

“And rank,” muttered Buckhart softly.\par

“Let the major and the professor stand ten paces
apart,” said Dick. “At that distance, they should be
able to hit each other once in three shots, at least. Let
them begin firing at the word and continue until one
or the other falls, cries enough, or the ammunition is
exhausted. Brad, pace the distance.”\par

Buckhart did so promptly, but his paces were very
short. He made a mark with his heel for Zenas and
another to indicate the position of the major.\par

In the meantime Achmet had selected one of the
baskets and carried it to the point where his principal
was to stand. Dick placed the other near the
spot marked for the professor. Neither of the duelists
knew the sort of weapons decided on, and both
watched with great anxiety the uncovering of the
baskets.\par

Taking note of Achmet’s movements, Dick removed
the cloth from the professor’s basket at the same moment
that the Turk lifted the covering of the other
basket.\par

Both baskets were filled with eggs!\par

“Eggs?” gasped Fitts.\par

“Eggs?” breathed Gunn.\par

“Eggs-actly,” chuckled Brad Buckhart.\par

“Why, I—I don’t understand!” faltered the professor.\par

“What does this mean, gentlemen?” demanded the
major. “Will yo’ kindly explain it?”\par

“Having the choice of weapons,” said Dick, “I decided
on eggs, good and rank. Here they are. Only
fools fight duels over trivial things with deadly
weapons. With these eggs you cannot kill each other,
but you can soak each other to your hearts’ content and
thus satisfy your wounded honor.”\par

“But, suh, I never heard of such a thing, suh!” exploded
Fitts. “It is ridiculous!”\par

“All right,” returned Dick. “If you object, I have
brought these.”\par

He produced two huge pistols.\par

“One,” continued Dick, “is loaded. The other is
not. You shall toss for choice. Then you shall stand
at arm’s length, place the pistols against each other’s
breast, and pull the triggers at the word. A moment
later one of you will be a dead man, while the other
will be unharmed. Does that suit you better, major?”\par

“It’s unusual—decidedly unusual, suh! No, suh, it
does not suit me at all, suh! I prefer the eggs.”\par

“Good!” whispered Zenas. “So do I!”\par

“Then take your positions, gentlemen,” ordered Dick.\par

Aziz Achmet threw up his hands, shaking his head
in a baffled manner.\par

“Oh, these Americans, these Americans!” he muttered,
retreating. “I had hoped they might destroy
each other, which would save me further trouble with
them. Now they are going to fight a duel with rotten
eggs! Pah!”\par

The surgeon hastily threw his instruments into the
case, which he closed and picked up, also retreating
to get out of probable danger of being hit by one of
those eggs.\par

The professor and the major got ready for action.
Each picked up as many eggs as he could hold in his
left hand and took one in his right.\par

“Are you ready, gentlemen?” asked Dick, also backing
off a little, an example followed by Brad.\par

“Ready!” answered both.\par

“Then—fire!”\par

Whizz! Spat!\par

The major missed, but the professor’s aim was accurate,
and he struck Fitts fairly in the centre of his
white shirt bosom. The man from Mississippi staggered
and clapped his hand to his nose.\par

“Oh, whew! Oh, murder!” he gasped. “That was
not an egg! If it was it was laid two thousand years
ago!”\par

Whizz!—another one flew past the major’s ear.
This aroused him, and he got into action once more.
Eggs flew through the air with increasing rapidity.
While stooping to get a fresh supply of ammunition
from his basket, Zenas was struck fairly on top of his
bald head. The yellow mass spattered in all directions.\par

A strong odor filled the air, reaching the nostrils of
both Dick and Brad, who were laughing heartily.\par

“Great horn spoon!” gurgled the Texan. “For a
duel this sure beats! Look at ’em, pard! The professor
got it in the neck that time! There—he hit
the major! They’ll be sights in a minute!”\par

Dick was laughing in his old, rollicking way.\par

“Oh, ha, ha, ha! Go it, professor! Soak him!
That’s the way! Ha, ha, ha!”\par

Never had that grim and gloomy cemetery resounded
with such shouts of merriment.\par

“Oh, I’ll fix him!” cried Zenas. “I’ll teach him a
lesson! I’ll teach him to challenge me! I’ll—— Murder!
I’m blinded!”\par

In truth he had been struck fairly between the eyes,
and the mass that spattered over his face completely
blinded him.\par

“Teach me, will yo’, suh?” triumphantly shouted the
major. “Oh, I don’t know!”\par

Dick was gasping for breath.\par

“Brad, it’s t-too much!” he laughed, holding onto
his sides. “Ha, ha, ha! It’s too much!”\par

Professor Gunn wiped his sleeve across his eyes.
Then he tried the other sleeve and succeeded in clearing
them.\par

“Have yo’ got enough, suh?” demanded the major.
“Cry quits, suh, if yo’ have.”\par

“Never—never while I live!” grated Zenas.\par

“Then I’ll have to finish yo’, suh. I offered
yo’——”\par

He said no more, for at that instant an egg thrown
with all the force Zenas Gunn could command struck
him full and fair in the mouth.\par

The little man went down as if shot.\par

“Whee!” shrilled the professor. “Got him then!”\par

Fitts kicked and floundered and then rolled over on
his stomach, lifting himself to his hands and knees.
The sounds he emitted were trying on those who heard
him.\par

At this juncture two ladies suddenly appeared on
the scene, having approached during the excitement
without being observed. They were Sarah Ann
Ketchum and an Englishwoman whom she had found
in the hotel and induced to accompany her to the scene
of the duel.\par

Major Fitts had written her a passionate note of
farewell, telling her about the duel, where it was to
be fought and when. This he had intrusted to a servant
to be delivered that morning. The servant had
not waited for Miss Ketchum to rise, but had rapped
at her door until she got up and received the message.
When she comprehended its contents she lost not a
moment in dressing and getting the other woman to
accompany her to the scene of the “deadly” meeting.\par

When she saw Major Fitts on his hands and knees,
giving utterance to those distressing and terrible
sounds, she shrieked and ran forward.\par

“Oh, heavens!” she cried. “He is slain! He is
wounded unto death! He is dying! Hear him gurgle,
and groan, and gasp for breath! It is a horrible
tragedy!”\par

“Great horn spoon!” exclaimed Buckhart. “Sarah
Ann is on deck, pard.”\par

“She has arrived too late to prevent the fearful
deed,” said Dick.\par

The lady from Boston saw Professor Gunn. She
shook her clenched hands at him and screamed:\par

“You murderer! You have killed the poor major!
You have slain the idol of my heart!”\par

“Great Cæsar!” gasped Zenas. “So she acknowledged
that human wart as the idol of her heart! Well,
she may take her idol, eggs and all!”\par

Sarah Ann fell on her knees beside the major, clasping
him in her arms.\par

“Poor, poor hero!” she sobbed. “Tell me where you
are wounded.”\par

“Fo’ the love of goodness, go ’way!” gurgled Fitts
thickly.\par

“What is this horrid odor?” she exclaimed chokingly.
“It is frightful!”\par

“Turkish cemeteries always smell that way, madam,”
huskily declared the major. “Please go ’way! Please
let me die in peace!”\par

“Never! I will remain by you until the last! I
will—— But I can’t endure this terrible odor! I’m
growing faint! And what is this sticky substance all
over your clothes?”\par

“That’s blood—pure blood.”\par

She held up her hands. The light was now sufficient
for her to see.\par

“But it’s not red—it’s yellow!”\par

“That’s the color of my blood, madam. I’ve had
yellow fever. Do go ’way!”\par

“But it smells—it smells—— Why, it’s everywhere!
It’s on the ground!”\par

“I’ve shed gallons of it already. I beg yo’ to leave
me!”\par

“And those brutes are permitting you to bleed to
death! What monsters!”\par

She began to grow hysterical. The language she
applied to the professor made him wince. It also
aroused his resentment. When she repeatedly called
him a murderer he finally decided that the limit had
been reached. Prancing over to her, he shrilly cried:\par

“Madam, you are needlessly wasting your sympathy
on that little runt. He’s not seriously harmed, I assure
you. We did fight a duel, and I am the victor; but we
did not engage with deadly weapons, and Major Fitts
is not dying.”\par

“Not dying? Did not use deadly weapons? Why—why,
what did you use?”\par

“Eggs, madam—rotten eggs; and I am proud to
say that I pasted him with them in a most scientific
manner.”\par

“Eggs?” screamed Miss Ketchum, springing up and
looking at her besmeared hands. “Rotten eggs? Then
this is not his blood!”\par

“Hardly,” assured Zenas.\par

“Oh, horrible! Disgusting! It is perfectly shameful
and outrageous! Look at my hands! Look
at my waist! And the smell! I’m going to faint!
Catch me!”\par

“Not on your life!” exclaimed Gunn, backing off.
“I’ve learned my little book.”\par

She did not faint. Instead, she stiffened up like a
ramrod and denounced both the duelists in scathing
and scornful terms. Once more she declared that both
were fools, and finally she fled, accompanied by the
Englishwoman.\par

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“Well, boys,” said Professor Gunn, some days later,
as the trio were lounging in their rooms after the midday
meal, “what do you think of Constantinople? Have
you seen about enough of it?”\par

“Well, we have seen a great deal,” confessed Dick.
“It is a fascinating and bewildering place, with its
narrow, dirty streets, its swarms of people of many
races, its veiled women, its dogs, its palaces and watch
towers—in short, its thousands of strange sights.”\par

“It is a whole lot queer,” nodded Buckhart. “It
gives me a right odd feeling to stand beside a mosque
and see a muezzin come out on the balcony of a minaret
and utter the call to prayer. The way he chants it kind
of stirs something inside of me: ‘God is great; there
is but one God; Mohammed is the prophet of God;
prayer is better than sleep; come to prayer!’ Oh, I’ve
got her all down fine, and I’ll never forget the words
nor how they sound.”\par

“I suppose there are lots of places we have not seen,
together with plenty of interesting things,” said Dick.
“The thing that I’ll remember longest is the dance of
the howling dervishes.”\par

“You bet that was a corker!” exclaimed the Texan,
sitting up. “I opine I’ve got good nerves, but it certain
came near driving me crazy to see them, a full
dozen, just whirling and whirling like tops.”\par

“Then when they began to chant and howl!” said
Dick. “The way they wailed, and groaned, and cried,
‘Allah, hough! Allah, hough!’ was enough to disturb
nerves of steel.”\par

“But the finish was the worst, when all the whirlers
had their eyes set and their lips covered with foam.
No more howling-dervish shows for me!”\par

“Nor me, pard!”\par

“Well, when you youngsters get tired of Constantinople
we’ll move on,” said Zenas.\par

“I sure would like to know whatever became of
Major Fitts and Miss Ketchum,” said Brad.\par

“Never mind them!” exclaimed the professor
hastily. “It was a great relief when they both took
themselves out of this hotel after that—after that
encounter in the cemetery.”\par

“After your bloody duel, professor,” laughed Dick.
“That was a fearful encounter, from which you came
forth the victor.”\par

“But somewhat damaged myself,” confessed Zenas.
“Boys, you want to remember what will happen to you
if you ever relate that affair to any one.”\par

Buckhart grinned.\par

“Miss Ketchum was some excited when she arrived
on the scene of action. She thought the major was
dying. I don’t wonder, for the sounds he emitted after
being struck in the mouth by that egg sure sounded
like he was coughing up the ghost.”\par

“She certainly was disgusted when she found the
major’s yellow blood was smashed rotten eggs,” said
Dick.\par

“She had the stuff all over her hands after putting
her arms about him. Partner, that was a great
racket!”\par

“Hum! haw!” coughed the professor. “Of course,
on the major’s account I was willing to carry out the
programme and use eggs, but it was beneath my dignity,
and I should have preferred a regular duel with pistols
or swords.”\par

“Professor!” exclaimed Dick. “Why, you know
you were somewhat timid over the result before you
learned what sort of weapons were to be used.”\par

“Because I did not wish to have human blood on my
hands. It was entirely for Major Fitts that I was worried.”\par

“I opine,” said Brad, “that old Aziz Achmet was
just about as disgusted as any one. It is my judgment
that the old pirate wanted to see the professor and
the major carve each other up, though just what his
reason for it was I can’t say.”\par

“He disappeared at the same time when Sarah and
the major vanished,” said Dick. “He was becoming
a nuisance, and I thought we might have no end of
trouble with him while in this place. However, I
fancy he found out he was wasting his time spying
on us. I’m still confident that Bunol and Marsh caused
us to be placed under surveillance by the Turkish
secret police.”\par

“The Turkish secret police?” exclaimed Zenas.
“You don’t mean to say——”\par

“There is such a body, and Aziz Achmet belonged
to it. We were suspicious characters, and he watched
us. But I have an idea that he finally decided that we
were exactly what we represented ourselves to be, ordinary
travelers. Miss Ketchum, however, belongs
to a society that is seeking to investigate and correct
the wrongs of the Armenians in Turkey, and, therefore,
Achmet transferred his attention wholly to her.”\par

“Good gracious!” spluttered the professor. “Although
she turned out to be a hatchet-faced old maid,
I hope no harm has come to her in this heathen land.”\par

“Don’t you worry,” laughed Dick. “Major Fitts
will look out for her. All I ask is that he keeps her
away from us.”\par

“I don’t think the major wants to see us again,”
chuckled Brad. “I’m sure he wouldn’t fancy having
the story of that duel get back to Natchez, Mississippi.”\par

“Well, boys, shall we spend the afternoon in talk,
or shall we go out and see something?” asked the
professor.\par

They quickly decided that they were ready to go
out, and once more rose the question of what they
should see.\par

“I have it!” cried the old pedagogue.\par

“Name it,” urged Dick.\par

“The Underground Palace.”\par

“What’s that?”\par

“You haven’t heard of it? Good! It’s the very
place for us to visit this day. Wait; I’ll send for
Mustapha. Hope he’s not engaged, for we must go
over into Stamboul, and I do not fancy visiting that
place without a good guide and interpreter.”\par

“I should say not!” exclaimed Dick. “If ever there
was a place just made to get lost in it’s Stamboul, with
its maze of narrow, crooked, unnamed streets and unnumbered
houses.”\par

“Correct, pard,” agreed Brad. “I can get lost
quicker and a heap sight worse in Stamboul than on a
trackless desert. We sure must take a dragoman if
we’re going to amble over there.”\par

So the black Nubian, who seemed always waiting
for a call, was summoned and instructed to send out
for the dragoman engaged by Dick on their arrival, to
pilot them from the steamer to their hotel.\par

In less than thirty minutes Mustapha appeared,
salaming in true Turkish fashion, the tassel of his fez
sweeping the floor.\par

“I here, effendi,” he said, addressing the professor.
“What you haf of me?”\par

“We want to visit Stamboul.”\par

“I good dragoman. I guide you, effendi.”\par

“Our purpose is to see the great underground cistern
sometimes called the Underground Palace.”\par

“Effendi, go not! Keep from there!” Mustapha
showed great concern.\par

“Why should we not go there?” questioned the professor.
“It is one of the great sights.”\par

“You haf for your life some valuement?”\par

“Certainly; but what can there be dangerous about
a visit to the Underground Palace?”\par

“Maybe you haf not hear it, effendi?”\par

“Have not heard what?”\par

“One time some Engleeshman go there. They nefer
come back.”\par

“What happened to them?”\par

Mustapha made a gesture with his hands indicative
of vanishing into the air.\par

“Who answer it the question?” he said.\par

“Well, well!” muttered Zenas. “What do you think
about this matter, boys?”\par

“My interest is aroused now,” answered Dick. “I
want to see this mysterious place.”\par

“That’s right, pard. I’m sure some wrought up
to see it myself. Of course we’ll go.”\par

“Too young to haf wisdom,” said Mustapha, with a
gesture toward the boys.\par

“Come on, professor!” cried Dick. “If this dragoman
will not act as guide for us, we can easily secure
another.”\par

Instantly Mustapha hastened to assure them that he
would be only too glad to act as their guide; but that
they should pay him before visiting the Underground
Palace, as they might never return, in which case he
would lose his honestly earned due by neglecting to
collect ahead.\par

They agreed to pay him in advance, and soon they
set out from the hotel in Pera, eager to see the mysterious
place that was said to hold so much of mystery
and danger.\par

In the afternoon sunshine Stamboul was magnificent
when seen from a distance. But when they had
crossed the Golden Horn and plunged into the city
all its impressiveness vanished. At intervals they came
upon some splendid mosques, but mosques were far
more impressive when seen from the proper distance.\par

Mustapha knew his business, and he conducted
them to the place where they could descend and inspect
the Underground Palace, but he declined to enter
with them. For that purpose he called another man,
with close-set, shifty eyes and a thin-lipped mouth.\par

“This dragoman, Bayazid,” he said. “He tak’ you.”\par

“Is he trustworthy?” asked the professor, with a
slight show of nervousness.\par

“You not find one more so, effendi.”\par

So Bayazid, or “Pigeon,” as he was called in English,
was engaged to show them the Underground
Palace.\par

“I haf very good boat, effendi,” he declared.\par

“Whatever is that?” asked Buckhart. “Do we have
to take a boat?”\par

“You will see,” answered Zenas.\par

The entrance was somewhat like that of a sewer, but
there were stone steps leading down into the darkness
of the place. The guide found and lighted two torches,
which it seemed were kept for the use of those who
wished to visit the Palace.\par

“Say, this is some boogerish!” said Brad, as they
found themselves in a dark and damp cemented passage.\par

“The old city was built above a huge system of cisterns,”
explained the professor. “Their purpose was
to guard against a famine of water in time of war.
Some of the old cisterns are dry now and are used by
silk spinners. We shall visit one that still contains
water.”\par

“But I thought we were going to see a palace,”
said Dick, in disappointment.\par

“You shall see one—so called.”\par

The passage echoed to their tread, while their voices
came back hollowly, as if hidden imps were mocking
them.\par

But the boys were quite unprepared for the spectacle
that suddenly met their gaze. They came from the
passage into a mighty vaulted chamber, stretching
away into an unknown distance and filled with a
shadowy maze of marble columns, row on row. The
floor of this wonderful place was smooth as a mirror
and seemed black as ebony, save where the light of the
torches fell on it. There it glittered, and gleamed,
and shimmered.\par

Exclamations of astonishment and wonder broke
from the lips of the two lads. The professor grasped
them, one with either hand, and stopped them abruptly.\par

“We can’t go farther on foot,” he said.\par

“Eh? Why not?” asked the Texan, in surprise.
“Look at that floor! Wouldn’t it be great to dance
on! It’s smooth as glass and——”\par

“You would get your feet wet if you attempted to
dance on that,” declared Zenas.\par

“What? Why—why, it’s water!”\par

“Exactly.”\par

“But—but it looks black everywhere except where
the light strikes directly on it.”\par

“Because no other ray of light reaches this place.”\par

Dick stooped and dipped his hand in the water,
which reached to their very feet.\par

“Well, this is worth seeing!” he declared.\par

“This was constructed by Constantine more than
fifteen hundred years ago,” explained the professor.
“Think, boys, what you now behold is the work of
man, yet it remains practically the same as when constructed
fifteen centuries ago.”\par

“It looks like a partly submerged cathedral,” murmured
Dick. “One can fancy all its worshipers and
priests as drowned in that flood of black water. In
fancy I seem to see their restless spirits floating above
the surface of the lake, away, away yonder in the unknown
distance. How large is it, professor?”\par

“There are three hundred and thirty-six of those
marble columns, arranged in twenty-eight rows. I
fancy the real reason why Mustapha refused to enter
here is because of the many legends and tales told concerning
the place. It is said that these vaults often
echo to hollow laughter, and that the place is haunted
by the ghosts of murdered sultans of past ages, whose
places were usurped by the very monsters who intrigued
to bring about the murders. Some claim that
the spirits of the beautiful women destroyed by jealous
sultans are doomed to float forever here above the surface
of this buried lake, and that occasionally one of
them is seen by a visitor for a single fleeting instant,
then goes wailing and sobbing into the black distance.”\par

“Well, by the great horn spoon, I don’t know that I
blame Mustapha for not coming here!” exclaimed
Brad. “It’s the most spooky old hole I ever struck.”\par

At this juncture Bayazid inquired if they wished to
take a boat and venture out a short distance on the
water.\par

“Certainly,” answered Dick, at once. “I think it will
be a novel experience, and I want to go. If Brad does
not——”\par

“Hold on, pard!” cried the Texan. “Wherever you
go I go, you bet your boots! Mebbe I don’t like it a
heap, but I’m with you.”\par

Bayazid left them and moved a short distance to the
right. They watched him and saw the light of his
torch fall on a black boat that lay motionless at the
edge of the black lake. He stepped into the boat and
soon brought it to the shore at their feet.\par

Dick and Brad followed the professor into the boat,
which was large enough to accommodate two more
persons, if the party had included them.\par

Bayazid had placed his torch in a socket that seemed
arranged for it. He suggested that the others should
extinguish theirs, as too much light close at hand would
blind them, instead of making it possible for them to
see better.\par

They accepted his suggestion, and slowly the boat
slipped out upon the bosom of the soundless lake.\par

Suddenly there was a whirring rush through the air,
and something brushed past the head of the professor,
who uttered a squawk of alarm, struck out wildly with
both hands and fell over backward off his seat to
flounder in the bottom of the boat.\par

“Howling tornadoes!” gasped Buckhart. “Whatever
was that?”\par

“A bat, effendi,” answered Bayazid.\par

Dick laughed.\par

“Goodness!” palpitated the professor, as he finally
struggled up to his seat. “I confess it did frighten
me, boys. Made me think of those restless ghosts
which are said to wander forever above the bosom of
this lake. Hadn’t we better go back?”\par

“Which way shall we go?” asked Dick.\par

They looked around. On every hand they saw nothing
but marble pillars, shadows, and grim darkness.\par

“Waugh!” muttered the Texan. “I confess I
couldn’t follow the back trail.”\par

“But Bayazid knows the way, don’t you, Bayazid?”
anxiously asked the professor.\par

“I know it, effendi,” was the assurance. “Trust me.”\par

“I—I’m very glad you do!” breathed Zenas. “I
think we will return at once.”\par

But Dick urged that they should go on a little
farther, as Bayazid was thoroughly familiar with the
place and there was no danger that they would become
lost.\par

Brad always stuck by Dick, and the two overruled
the old pedagogue.\par

Therefore Bayazid paddled slowly on. Had they
seen his face they might have become suspicious and
alarmed, but the shadows hid the crafty and treacherous
look his countenance wore.\par

Finally they paused again, amid the labyrinth of pillars.
Without the guide, not one of them could have
told which course to follow in order to return to the
point from which they started.\par

Suddenly Bayazid uttered an exclamation and stood
up in the boat, staring into the darkness beyond his
passengers.\par

Involuntarily the trio turned their heads to look,
wondering what it could be that the guide saw.\par

Barely were their heads turned in that manner when
the treacherous guide snatched the torch from its
socket and plunged it into the water. There was a
hissing sound and instant darkness.\par

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CHAPTER VII—LOST ON THE BURIED LAKE}

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Dick Merriwell had brought along a revolver. He
drew it in a moment and held it ready for use, expecting
something to happen in the Stygian darkness of
that terrible place.\par

Professor Gunn cried out to Bayazid, demanding to
know the meaning of his act.\par

“Get hold of the onery varmint!” advised Buckhart.
“Let me put my paws on him!”\par

The Texan floundered about, rocking the boat somewhat.\par

“Be careful, Brad!” warned Dick. “You don’t
know what he will do! It may be intended for a joke,
just to frighten us, and it may be intended for something
else. I have a pistol. Keep away from him and
let me do the business.”\par

“Pup-pup-perhaps it’s pup-pup-part of the regular
pup-pup-programme,” chattered Professor Gunn.
“Pup-pup-perhaps they always pup-pup-put out the tut-tut-torch
when they have pup-pup-passengers on this
old underground pup-pup-pond.”\par

“Be quiet,” directed Dick. “Bayazid.”\par

He called to the guide, but there was no answer.\par

“Bayazid!”\par

Again he called. His voice echoed hollowly in the
unseen arches above their heads.\par

“Why doesn’t the blame fool answer?” growled
Buckhart.\par

“Strike a match, Brad,” directed Dick. “I’m holding
my revolver ready for use, and I’ll shoot, if necessary,
the moment I can see what to shoot at.”\par

The Texan lost little time in producing a match, but
when he attempted to strike it he failed, the brimstone
breaking off. Three matches were used before one
burned. The light flared up, Buckhart holding it above
his head. Its glow fell on the old professor and the
two boys, and simultaneously they made an amazing
discovery.\par

They were alone in the boat!\par

Bayazid, the guide, had disappeared!\par

Dick had his revolver ready for action, and he was
standing in a half-crouching position, peering over the
head of Buckhart at the place in the boat lately occupied
by the guide.\par

“He’s gug-gone!” gasped Zenas.\par

Brad dropped the match, and again they were buried
in darkness which seemed to oppress them like an
awful weight.\par

“Great catamounts!” said a voice that sounded
strange and husky, but which Dick recognized as that
of the Texan. “Where has he gone? What does it
mean, partner?”\par

“It means that we are the victims of trickery of
some sort,” answered Dick, speaking in a low tone.\par

“It means that we are deserted to perish on the
bosom of this awful buried lake!” came from the professor,
in something like a moan. “I am to blame!
I brought you here!”\par

“But whatever could be the object?” questioned
Brad, in a puzzled tone. “If it’s robbery——”\par

“It’s a plot—a plot, boys! We are objects of suspicion.
That agent of the secret police suspected us of
something. In this awful city to be suspected is to be
doomed.”\par

“I can’t realize it yet,” muttered Dick. “How could
the guide get out of the boat?”\par

“I’ll strike another match, pard,” said the Texan.
“Keep your gun ready for use.”\par

“There are other torches,” reminded Dick. “We
placed them in the bottom of the boat. Find them,
Brad, and light one.”\par

During the interval that followed the Texan was
heard feeling about the bottom of the boat. After a
time he confessed:\par

“I can’t seem to get my paws on them. I’ll have to
use another match. The light will show us where they
are.”\par

Another match was lighted, but, though it was held
and moved about to illumine the bottom of the boat, not
a torch was discovered. When they realized that the
extinguished torches were gone they sat up and looked
into one another’s eyes by the last gleams of the exhausted
match, which Buckhart held until the blaze
scorched his fingers.\par

For some moments silence followed.\par

Floating there on the motionless bosom of that black
lake, no sound came down to them from the great city
overhead. The stillness was appalling, yet all feared
to speak, dreading the sound of their own voices.\par

Finally Dick asked:\par

“How many matches have you, Brad?”\par

“Not over four or five more.”\par

“And I have none. How about you, professor—have
you any?”\par

“Not one,” was the despairing answer.\par

Suddenly Buckhart grated:\par

“I’d like to get my paws on the treacherous dog who
deserted us in this fix! I’d certain fit him for a
funeral! You hear me affirm!”\par

“I’m still unable to account for his action,” said
Dick. “If his object is robbery, surely he has taken a
strange way to go about it.”\par

“Perhaps he’s counting on frightening us good and
plenty,” observed Brad. “Mebbe when he thinks we’re
so frightened that we’ll be glad to cough up liberal he
will appear and offer to conduct us back to the outer
world.”\par

“Let’s call to him,” eagerly suggested the professor.
Then he lifted his voice and called loudly.\par

When he had repeated the cry three times, they
listened.\par

“Didn’t you hear a distant answer?” asked Dick.\par

“I judge whatever we heard was an echo,” said
Brad.\par

After a time they lifted their voices in a united shout,
and then listened to the mocking echoes which fled
from pillar to pillar and died in the unknown distance.\par

“No use!” moaned Professor Gunn. “I am satisfied
that we are doomed! We’ll never leave this place
alive, and our fate will forever remain a mystery!”\par

“I’m sure that was no echo!” exclaimed Dick, as
far away in the darkness they seemed to hear an answer
to their repeated shouts. “Be still and let me
shout.”\par

When he had lifted his strong, clear voice all hushed
their breathing and listened.\par

There was a short interval, and then out of the black
distance came a faint, far-away answer.\par

“Some one did shout, pard!” exclaimed the Texan.
“It’s a dead-sure thing!”\par

Excitedly they all joined in the hail that followed.
The answer was more distinct.\par

Dick had found an oar, and he slowly propelled the
boat in the direction from which the answering cries
seemed to come. Occasionally they bumped against
the marble pillars, but these collisions did no damage.\par

Soon they could hear the answers to their cries and
knew they were drawing nearer to the unknown person
or persons who were thus responding.\par

Suddenly a tiny gleam of light showed amid the
pillars at some distance.\par

“Looks like that’s a match, pard,” observed Buckhart.
“I reckon I’ll strike one, too.”\par

He did so, but the other light disappeared even as
he held his own above his head. Apparently his match
was seen, for the voice of a man reached them, urging
them to come in that direction.\par

By answering call for call they continued to draw
nearer to the strangers, for they soon heard enough
to satisfy them that at least two persons besides themselves
were afloat on the bosom of that buried lake.\par

“One is a woman!” asserted Dick.\par

Lifting his voice, he asked:\par

“Who are you?”\par

“We are Americans. Who are yo’?”\par

“We are Americans, too.”\par

“What are yo’ doing here?”\par

“We are lost—deserted by our guide.”\par

“So are we. How many of yo’ are there?”\par

“Three. How many of you?”\par

“Two; and somebody shall suffer fo’ this outrage!
Somebody shall pay the penalty fo’ it! I’ll have satisfaction
as sho’ ’s my name is——”\par

“Major Mowbry Fitts, of Natchez, Mississippi,”
finished Dick.\par

“That’s my name, suh! But yo’, suh—why, is it
possible that yo’ are——”\par

“Professor Zenas Gunn, accompanied by Dick Merriwell
and Brad Buckhart. Is Miss Ketchum, of Boston,
with you?”\par

“I am here,” answered the well-known voice of
Sarah Ann. “We have passed through a most awful
and excruciating experience, the faintest remembrance
of which will forever seem like a fearful nightmare. I
am glad you have found us, for now you can assist
us in getting out of this frightful place.”\par

“I am sure we would like to do so,” said Dick;
“but, unfortunately, like yourselves, we do not know
which way to turn. How did you get here?”\par

The major explained as the two boats bumped together,
and floated thus. Like the professor and the
boys, he and Miss Ketchum had visited the lake in
company with a guide, who had vanished in a mysterious
and unaccountable manner. They fancied they
had been afloat for days on the bosom of the lake, and
they were in a pitiful condition of collapse and fright,
although the major had braced up wonderfully for a
time.\par

“This seems to be the usual manner of treating visitors,”
said Dick.\par

“We’ve used our last match,” said the major. “I
lighted it a few minutes ago. We had been saving it.
I am afraid we will never be able to escape. I have
about given up hope.”\par

“It is the work of that terrible Turk who urged you
into the duel with Professor Gunn, major,” said the
woman from Boston. “He warned us to leave Constantinople,
but we refused to go, and he told us we
would disappear mysteriously.”\par

“Are you speaking of Aziz Achmet?” asked Dick.\par

“That is what he calls himself.”\par

“Then you have seen him since the morning of the
duel?”\par

“Seen him!” indignantly exclaimed the major. “We
have seen him everywhere, suh. He has followed us
and watched us wherever we went. We couldn’t make
a move that he wouldn’t turn up. Twice he told us that
we must leave the city and the country.”\par

“I wish now,” confessed Miss Ketchum, “that we
had obeyed him. Don’t you, major?”\par

“Well,” answered the little man, with a touch of
reluctance in his voice, “I must confess, madam, that
I believe it would have been much better fo’ us if we
had obeyed.”\par

Barely were these words spoken when, in the pall of
darkness near by, a voice demanded:\par

“Are you ready to depart now? Will you depart
at once? Do you, one and all, swear by your God that
you will lose no time about going?”.\par

Needless to say, the sound of that voice affected
them all much like a sudden clap of thunder on a clear
and sunny day. The woman gave a little scream, the
major uttered a smothered oath, the professor gasped
for breath, while both Dick and Brad sat bolt upright,
their nerves tense.\par

“Answer at once!” commanded the unseen speaker.
“It is your only hope of escaping. Among the Armenians
we have enough so-called missionaries, and,
therefore, the woman from Boston is not wanted. In
the other boat are the old man and the boys against
whom the secret police have been warned. It will be
easy to cause all of you to vanish from the face of the
earth; yet if you pledge yourselves to leave Turkey,
you shall be spared.”\par

“I tell you one thing,” spluttered Zenas Gunn
eagerly, “I’ve seen all of Turkey I care to see, and I’ll
give you my pledge to leave within twenty-four hours,
taking the boys with me.”\par

“I’ll go—oh, I’ll go!” promised Miss Ketchum.\par

“And if she goes,” said Major Fitts, “I shall accompany
her.”\par

“Swear it!”\par

The trio were willing enough to do so.\par

A few moments later a light gleamed a short distance
away, and then three torches were lighted.
Within twenty feet of them was another and larger
boat, containing four persons, three of whom were
guides. The fourth was Aziz Achmet. One of the
guides was Bayazid, who grinned at the professor and
the boys, as if he thought the whole thing a fine joke.
Another was the guide who had accompanied the
major and the woman from Boston.\par

Achmet did not touch an oar. He sat in dignified
silence as his companions slowly brought the boat
close to the others.\par

“Mr. Achmet,” said Dick, “although we dislike to
leave Constantinople under compulsion, Professor
Gunn has given his pledge, and we shall stand by it.
There is one thing, however, that we would like to
have explained. How did our guide disappear in such
a mysterious manner?”\par

Achmet shrugged his shoulders a bit. At first he
seemed disinclined to answer, but apparently he suddenly
decided to do so.\par

“It was very simple, boy,” he said. “Your guide
stepped from your boat into this one, which he had
seen floating in the shadow of a pillar. I was in this
boat, with these other guides, and I gave him a signal
that he understood. Immediately he extinguished the
torch. That threw you into confusion. This boat
silently approached, and Bayazid stepped into it. In
the same manner Yapouly left the other boat.”\par

“Thank you,” said Dick. “It was altogether too
easy!”\par

“A heap!” growled Buckhart.\par

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CHAPTER VIII—ON THE WAY TO DAMASCUS}

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They succeeded in securing passage on a steamer
that left the port the following day. Major Fitts and
Miss Ketchum left by the same steamer.\par

“I hope yo’ will congratulate me, professor,” said
the major, as proud as a peacock. “Miss Ketchum has
consented to become Mrs. Fitts as soon as we reach the
United States. I’m sorry fo’ yo’, suh; but yo’ never
really had a show, suh.”\par

“That’s right, major,” smiled Dick. “He didn’t
have a show, because he is already——”\par

“Don’t you dare tell I’m married!” hissed Zenas,
in the boy’s ear.\par

“He is all ready to carry out his plan to penetrate
the wilds of Africa, where it would be impossible for
him to take a bride, and he could not bear to be parted
from one so young and charming as Miss Ketchum,
were he to have the good fortune to capture her.”\par

“Saved your life, you rascal!” whispered Zenas, and
then hastened to bow low to the coy and confused lady
from Boston.\par

At Beirut the party split up, the professor and the
boys going to Damascus, a distance of ninety-one
miles, which was covered by an excellent narrow-gauge
railroad, built by Swiss engineers.\par

“We’re off, boys!” cheerfully exclaimed the professor,
as the train finally started. “We’ll soon be in
the oldest city in the world.”\par

“Do you mean Damascus, professor?” inquired
Dick.\par

“Of course I mean Damascus! We’re not bound for
any other place, are we? Did you think I meant New
York? Did you fancy I was speaking of Hoboken?
Hum! Haw!”\par

“But there is no absolute proof that Damascus is the
oldest city in the world. There may be older cities
in China or India.”\par

“There may be,” admitted the old pedagogue; “but
we do not know about them. At least, Damascus is
the oldest city we know anything about.”\par

“That is quite true. If you had said that——”\par

“Now look here, Richard, you are inclined to be
altogether too wise. You keep yourself too well posted
about the countries and places we visit, and thus you
deprive me of the privilege of imparting information
to you. It isn’t right. You make me feel that I am
not earning my stipend as your guardian and tutor
during this trip round the world. You place me in an
embarrassing position. I wish you would feign ignorance,
if you cannot do anything else.”\par

Dick laughed.\par

“All right, professor; I’ll try to reform. But it was
your advice to us that we should post ourselves in advance
on each place we visited, and I’ve been obeying
instructions, that’s all.”\par

“Haw! Hum! You’re inclined to be too obedient—altogether
too obedient. Now here is Bradley—I
haven’t observed that he has wasted much time reading
up about different countries and cities.”\par

“Sure not,” admitted the Texan. “It’s a heap too
much trouble, for I know I’ll hear about the places
from you and Dick when we hit ’em. This yere country
sort of looks familiar.”\par

“It does,” nodded Dick. “To me it looks like Southern
Colorado or Northern New Mexico. It’s a land of
irrigation. The mountains, the plains, the foliage, the
mud houses, everything but the people, remind me of
that portion of our own country.”\par

“Quite true,” agreed Zenas Gunn; “although the
fertile spots here have all been taken up and cultivated.
For instance, look there, boys—look at that mountainside.”\par

Gazing from the window as the train sped along,
they could see the side of a mountain walled up in terraces
like gigantic stairways, to prevent the soil from
being washed away by the rainfalls. These terraces
were planted with grapes, figs, olive and mulberry
trees. On many of these terraces laborers were at
work propping up strange-looking trunks, which were
six or seven feet high. In places these trunks could
be seen reclining in rows on the ground, looking
strangely like sleeping soldiers.\par

“Those are grapevines,” exclaimed the professor.
“In the fall they cut them down to that height and
lay them flat on the ground, as you see them. They
are now beginning to prop them up. They will be irrigated
and dressed, and then new branches will shoot
out in all directions and cover the soil and bear fruit.”\par

As the train wound in and out of the gorges, clinging
to the mountainsides, they beheld many strange
and interesting things. Laborers were setting out
mulberry trees in long trenches. Other laborers were
digging the trenches, three men working a single
shovel. One of the men manipulated the shovel, holding
the handle and driving it down into the soil. Two
others lifted it out with its load, doing so by pulling
at ropes attached to the shovel just above the blade.
They all worked together with astonishing ease and
skill. Great hedges of cactus stretched along the railroad
in many places. They gazed with interest at the
old-fashioned irrigating canals. They beheld men plowing
with the same sort of crooked stick that was used
for that purpose in Bible times. But there were no
farmhouses scattered over the country, for the people
still lived in villages, as they did in former days, when
it was necessary for neighbors to band together for
protection.\par

For a great portion of the way the railroad followed
the old caravan trail, and all along this trail were scattered
trains of camels and donkeys, loaded with all
kinds of goods, such as silk, cotton, grain, machinery,
poplar trees, fuel, and other things. Petroleum, however,
seemed to form the greater portion of many a
cargo.\par

The sun shone from a cloudless sky.\par

Brad Buckhart was strangely silent. He gazed out
of the window in an abstracted manner, paying very
little attention to what the professor and Dick were
saying.\par

Finally Dick began to joke him about his unusual
manner.\par

“Don’t worry, Brad,” he laughed. “We’ll overtake
her soon. We may find her in Damascus.”\par

“Her?” grunted the Texan.\par

“Yes.”\par

“Why, who——”\par

“Nadia Budthorne, of course. Her last letter told
you she would visit Damascus and then proceed to
Jerusalem, in company with her brother. You can’t
fool me, old man. You have been counting on overtaking
her somewhere in the Holy Land. Don’t
deny it.”\par

“All right,” said Buckhart, his face flushed, but his
manner a bit defiant; “I won’t deny it, Mr. Smarty.
You sure have hit it all right. I——”\par

At this moment the whistle of the locomotive
shrieked a wild alarm and the brakes were applied violently.
Something was wrong. The train came to a
stop.\par

And just outside the window of the compartment
occupied by the old professor and two boys a dead
camel lay stretched on the ground, blood flowing from
several horrible wounds. The animal’s pack was
broken open and the goods scattered in all directions.\par

Not ten feet from the camel lay a gorgeously
dressed, black-bearded Arab, likewise apparently dead.\par

“Whoop!” cried Buckhart. “There certain have
been some doings here! I opine the camel tried to butt
the train off the track, somewhat to the grief of Mr.
Camel.”\par

Men now came running toward the spot, all greatly
excited. They were principally camel drivers and like
men from a caravan. They gathered about the prostrate
Arab and made a great demonstration. Their
gestures toward the train were very threatening.\par

One of the guards flung open the door of the compartment
occupied by our friends.\par

“Is there a doctor here?” he asked anxiously. “A
serious accident has happened.”\par

In a moment Dick Merriwell sprang out, followed
by Brad. They did not wait to enter into conversation
with the guard, but started toward the dead camel and
the motionless Arab.\par

Others from the train were doing the same thing,
and the boys learned from fragments of conversation
that the Arab had been struck by the engine while
endeavoring to drive from the track the camel that
had strayed onto the railroad and obstinately refused
to budge.\par

At that point the train came round a sharp curve,
and the engineer was unable to see either camel or man
until right upon them.\par

Later the boys learned that the camel was loaded
with certain articles of great importance, which had
led the Arab to imperil his life in the effort to drive
the beast from the track.\par

“He seems to be some sort of high mogul in his
tribe,” observed Buckhart, as he and Dick paused and
surveyed the injured man.\par

“He is a sheik of great power and influence,” explained
a man standing near. “That is why the railroad
people are so concerned. If he were an ordinary
camel driver or donkey man, they wouldn’t stop a minute
to bother over him.”\par

“I wonder if he is really dead?” muttered Dick, stepping
forward.\par

In a moment he was kneeling beside the unconscious
man. Deftly he began to make an examination, seeking
for broken bones.\par

A number of Arabs were about, their heads tied up
and their feet and legs bare, as is their custom in all
sorts of weather. One of these objected when Dick began
the examination, but a husky fellow prevented the
chap from attacking the American boy.\par

“I don’t believe he is dead,” declared Dick.
“Doesn’t seem to have any broken bones. He’s stunned—just
has the breath knocked out of him. Give me
a hand, Brad; let’s see if we can’t revive him.”\par

The Texan responded promptly.\par

“What do you want me to do, pard?” he inquired.\par

“We’ll try artificial respiration,” said Merriwell.
“You work his lungs while I work his arms.”\par

What followed caused the wildest excitement among
the watching Arabs, for Buckhart knelt astride the
body of the old sheik and began a regular and steady
pumplike movement on the lower part of his breast,
while Dick seized the man’s arms, pulled them at full
length above the Arab’s head, then bent them back
suddenly and pressed them to his sides. The two boys
worked together in perfect unison.\par

Some of the Arabs cried out that the infidels were
defiling the dead. Two or three of them drew weapons
and would have rushed on the boys; but the same
husky fellow, who had checked them before now, produced
a pistol and averred that he would “blow daylight”
through the whole of them if they did not keep
still.\par

In this manner they were temporarily checked, and
that brief check gave Merriwell time enough to accomplish
his purpose.\par

A low moan and a convulsive gasp came from the
lips of the man over which the boys were working.
Signs of returning consciousness were pronounced.
His breast heaved. The boys ceased their work. For he
breathed.\par

An Englishman held out a flask of whisky.\par

“Give him a swallow of this,” he advised.\par

Dick pushed it away.\par

“Water,” he called. “That will be better for him.”\par

“Allah! Allah!” cried the astounded Arabs. “The
infidels are magicians! They have restored the dead
to life! Ras al Had lives again!”\par

Some of them prostrated themselves in the dust.
Others hastened to bring water.\par

Dick took a canteen and turned a little of the liquid
between the lips of the injured man. He swallowed it
greedily, coughed a little, and then lay gazing in a
puzzled manner at the face of the American boy.\par

Finally, in very good English, he asked what had
happened. His voice was weak and husky, yet his
words were plain.\par

“You were struck by the train,” explained Merriwell.
“Your camel was killed, and you seemed to be
dead; but I think you are all right now.”\par

“For which you may thank this boy and his friend
here,” said the husky chap, who had protected the
boys. “To all appearances, you were as dead as old
Mohammed; but they pumped the breath back into you
in a hurry.”\par

Several of the Arabs now brought cushions, which
were placed beneath the head and shoulders of the
sheik. One of them spoke to him hurriedly in a low
tone, and seemed telling him all about what had taken
place. When this man had finished speaking the sheik
made a gesture with his hand and bade him retire.\par

He then called for Dick.\par

“Be careful, Richard,” cautioned Professor Gunn.
“These men are treacherous. There’s no telling what
he means to do.”\par

Dick laughed and stepped nearer to the sheik.\par

“Boy,” said the old Arab, “they tell me that I was
dead, and by your infidel magic you brought life back
into my body.”\par

“You were unconscious, that was all. The shock
had driven the breath from your body, and we simply
revived the action of your lungs.”\par

“Had you not done so——”\par

“You sure would have croaked for fair,” put in
Buckhart.\par

“What you ask of me, if it is in my power, I will
give,” declared the sheik. “That is the word of Ras al
Had, and, though no pledge to an infidel is binding,
may the wrath of Allah fall on me if I break this one.
Speak.”\par

“If you think I did it for pay of any sort, you are
mistaken,” said the young American, with a touch of
resentment. “You can’t reward me for a thing like
that.”\par

“Then if ever you are in need or in danger, and I
can be of service, the sword and the life of Ras al Had
shall be at your command. I swear this by the beard
of the Prophet!”\par

“All aboard!” shouted a voice. “Train’s going to
start.”\par

There was a general rush for the cars.\par

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CHAPTER IX—THE STRUGGLE AT THE STATION}

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“Well, that certain was an adventure, all right,”
laughed Brad, when they were again seated in their
compartment and the train was moving.\par

“I don’t know what I’ll do with you boys!” exclaimed
Professor Gunn, with an air of exasperation.
“You keep me on pins and needles all the time. I
surely thought those Arabs would slice you up when
they saw you go after the old sheik. They thought
you were defiling the dead.”\par

“But the old boy was grateful when he learned that
we had pumped the breath back into him,” said Dick.\par

“He pretended to be,” nodded the professor; “but
that is no sign.”\par

“Why not?”\par

“He’s a Mohammedan, and they think it no harm to
do anything to an infidel. They may deceive him, lie
to him, steal from him, even kill him, without committing
a sin. Richard, do not take any stock in the words
of that old rascal.”\par

“I don’t have to,” said young Merriwell; “for it
is not likely I’ll ever see him again. All the same, I
seemed to feel that he was sincere when he expressed
his gratitude.”\par

“It’s evident he’s a gent of some authority in his
tribe,” put in Brad. “All the rest of his particular
bunch seemed to stand in awe of him a plenty.”\par

Their interest in the strange country, together with
their recent adventure, gave them food enough for conversation,
and the journey was not nearly as long as
they had expected it would seem.\par

At last, as the train approached Damascus, they
found themselves in a narrow valley that was almost
a gorge. Through this valley a clear stream rushed
and roared over an exceedingly rocky bed. This
stream drove a number of mills, the entrances to which
were always surrounded by donkeys and camels, these
animals having brought little loads of grain to the
mills to be ground.\par

On the outskirts of the city they passed a group of
Turkish villas, which looked very picturesque and attractive.
These, they were told, were occupied by exiled
officers of the Turkish government, who had committed
offenses of some sort or had excited the distrust
of the sultan. Instead of ordering them beheaded,
their imperial master had sent them to Damascus,
where they could be closely guarded.\par

Finally the train drew into the station at Damascus.\par

“Say, just have a look!” cried Brad. “I opine the
whole town has turned out to meet us.”\par

There was a great crowd at the station—Arabs, Assyrians,
Armenians, Turks, Jews, Greeks, Egyptians,
and people from many desert tribes. They were all in
a great tumult and uproar. A fence prevented them
from crowding close to the track, but behind this fence
they were packed thick as sardines in a box, staring,
talking, pushing, gesticulating, and making a great
hubbub.\par

“I wonder if this is the usual thing,” said Dick.
“Perhaps some noted person is on this train.”\par

“Not likely that has brought them here,” declared
the professor. “The arrival of a train is an event, and
probably all the idle men in town rush to the station
to see it come in.”\par

Their compartment door was flung open.\par

With alacrity the two boys descended to the platform.\par

“There they are!” cried a familiar voice that gave
Buckhart a thrill.\par

“Oh, Dick! Hey, Brad!” called another voice.\par

Dick located the person who called to him. He
grasped Buckhart’s arm and pointed.\par

“There they are—Budthorne and his sister!” he exclaimed.\par

In the midst of the crowd beyond the fence, being
jostled about by the swaying mob, were Dunbar Budthorne
and Nadia, whom they had last seen in Italy.\par

Professor Gunn was calling to the boys.\par

“Hold on, you kittenish young rascals!” he croaked.
“Don’t be in such a hurry. Help look after this baggage.”\par

But the professor was forgotten in the excitement
of what followed. Dick saw the wild crowd separate
Dunbar Budthorne and his sister. He saw the two
forced apart. Nadia was whirled aside. Then two
men grasped her, one placing a dusky hand over her
mouth to prevent her from shouting, while she was
swept off her feet and literally borne away.\par

Dick shouted to Brad. He made a rush for the
fence. Up into the air he sailed in a great leap that
carried him over the obstruction and into the midst of
the crowd.\par

The American boy seemed like an infuriated animal,
for he hurled people to the right and left like one possessing
the strength of a giant. He ripped a pathway
through that crowd in a most amazing manner.\par

Nadia Budthorne was struggling vainly with her
captors, who were on the point of lifting her into a
carriage, when the American boy reached them.\par

Dick struck one man a blow that caused him to release
the girl instantly.\par

But another swarthy fellow appeared and sought to
seize the boy, while still one held fast to the girl.\par

Nadia, however, managed to get her mouth clear of
the smothering hand that had been pressed over it.\par

She uttered a scream.\par

That cry was answered by a roar in the voice of
Brad Buckhart, who was fighting his way through
the crowd.\par

As the second ruffian reached for him, Dick managed
by an agile twist and dodge to escape the fellow’s
hand. Then he tripped the man and went at the one
who was seeking to force Nadia into the carriage.\par

“Drop her, you cur!” he palpitated.\par

This fellow, who was the biggest one of the trio,
flung the girl into the arms of yet another, then whirled
on Dick, whipping out a knife.\par

The giant made a quick, forward, ripping stroke
with the knife.\par

Again Merriwell’s quickness on his feet saved him,
for he squirmed aside so that the blade of the knife
simply pierced the loose part of his coat that swung
from him when he made that rapid movement.\par

The next instant Dick seized the dark man’s hand
with his left hand, held it firm, struck sharply with the
lower edge of his right hand, which landed on the
other’s wrist.\par

That man’s wrist was broken as if it had been a
pipestem, and the knife fell to the ground.\par

Dick had broken it by a trick, knowing just exactly
how to accomplish the feat.\par

A howl rose from the wretch, but the boy gave him
no further attention.\par

He turned to look for Nadia.\par

Fortunately Brad Buckhart had reached the girl and
in an encounter of this sort the Texan was second only
to Dick Merriwell. In fact, Brad fought with more
slashing fury than did Dick, but not with the same
quick wit and instant decision on the right course to
pursue.\par

The Texan had proved assistance enough, however,
for he had rescued Nadia and knocked down the man
who was seeking to force her into the carriage. The
latter fell under the feet of the horses. The animals
reared and trampled on him. He screamed, and the
horses plunged away, the black driver apparently letting
them go, instead of seeking to stop them.\par

The moment the carriage was gone the men who had
attacked Nadia seemed to be swallowed by the crowd
that surged round. The one with the broken wrist
vanished, and even the fellow who had been trampled
by the horse could not be found. It was easy for
the other two to disappear in the crowd, for any one
of a hundred men there might have been taken for
either of them.\par

Dunbar Budthorne, pale and shaking with excitement, finally reached his sister, finding her clinging to
Brad, who was supporting her with one arm.\par

Dick was on the other side of Nadia.\par

“Sister!” exclaimed Dunbar huskily; “have those
brutes——”\par

“I’m all right, brother,” she hastened to declare.
“They did handle me roughly, but——”\par

“The brutes!” he grated. “Is there no protection
for respectable travelers in this wretched city? This
is the third offense, and this was more outrageous than
the others. I couldn’t do a thing. Before I realized
it the crowd had forced us apart.”\par

“It’s fortunate Dick and Brad were able to reach
me,” she declared. “I was helpless in the hands of
those black ruffians. I believe they would have forced
me into that carriage and carried me off before all this
crowd only for the boys.”\par

Budthorne now shook hands with the boys, expressing
his thanks and gratitude.\par

Buckhart was highly indignant over what had occurred,
and he wanted to know why Dunbar had not
appealed to the authorities for protection. Budthorne
explained that he had appealed, but that foreigners
were liable to insult anywhere in Damascus, and that
often they were roughly treated.\par

This was true. The Moslems of that city are proud,
but illiterate. They have come to know of the advancement
of other peoples whom they regard as inferior,
and they resent it. For four thousand years
Damascus occupied an important position in the world,
but now it is a place of very little importance, much
to the indignation of its citizens.\par

But Budthorne knew the treatment accorded himself
and his sister did not arise wholly from the fact that
they were foreigners. There was another reason,
which he explained later.\par

Professor Gunn came fluttering through the crowd,
in a great state of agitation.\par

“Bless my soul! bless my soul!” he stammered.
“This is dreadful! Is this thing going to continue
wherever we go? If so, I’ll just have to take these
boys back home. It’s scandalous! My nerves are
completely upset!”\par

“Where is our baggage?” asked Dick.\par

“I had to leave it.”\par

“Unguarded?”\par

“Yes.”\par

“Well, we’ll be lucky if we ever see it again. Brad,
stay with Nadia and Dunbar, while I go with the professor
to look after that baggage.”\par

Fortunately not a piece of the baggage had been
stolen. Dick was clear-headed, and he soon learned
what to do with it, although Zenas rendered absolutely
no assistance. There was a German hotel in the city,
and a representative of the house took charge of all the
luggage after it was pointed out, assuring them that
it would be taken to the hotel without delay. Another
man escorted our friends through the crowd to a carriage
that ran to the hotel.\par

Once in the carriage they breathed easier. Away
they were whirled through the narrow streets of the
strange, old city, leaving the station and the motley
crowd behind.\par

The houses of Damascus are mainly of sun-dried
clay with flat roofs, surrounded by low copings. This
roof serves for many purposes. Often it is used as a
dining room, while during the hot summer months it
serves as a bedroom at night. On warm evenings people
sit on the housetops to enjoy the air. When the
muezzin appears on the balcony of a minaret hundreds
upon hundreds of faithful Moslems mount to their
housetops and go through the gymnastic contortions
of Mohammedan worship.\par

But not all the buildings of Damascus are low and
flat-roofed. There are some towers, and temples, and
minarets, besides a few modern buildings, with roofs
of bright corrugated iron, which glisten in the sunshine.\par

Compared with most American cities, Damascus
lacks trees and foliage. Compared with the desert surrounding
it, however, it is a perfect bower of shade
and rest.\par

A look of disappointment crept over the face of
Brad Buckhart as he gazed around him on the way
from the station to the hotel.\par

“I opine this is the worst part of Damascus?” he
observed.\par

“On the contrary,” said Dunbar Budthorne, “it is far
from being the worst part. This is quite respectable—almost
swell, to use a vulgar word.”\par

“Well, I certain am a plenty disappointed,” muttered
the Texan. “She isn’t just as I expected her
to be.”\par

Dick questioned Dunbar about the annoyance to
which he and Nadia had been subjected since arriving
in the city.\par

“I may as well tell the cause of it,” said Budthorne,
although Nadia showed confusion and shook her head
warningly. “It’s all right, sister. You were not to
blame.”\par

Brad wondered at her confusion and detected her in
the act of casting a glance of apprehension toward
him.\par

“On the steamer coming from Smyrna to Beirut,”
said Dunbar, “we chanced to meet a very handsome
and distinguished-appearing Turkish gentleman, who
was called Hafsa Pasha. Although scarcely more than
thirty years of age, he had traveled a great deal and
had spent two years in the United States. He was
educated, cultured, refined in manner, and a splendid
traveling companion. Both Nadia and myself enjoyed
his company very much. He told us he was bound for
Damascus on business that concerned the Turkish
government. He had been here before, and, therefore,
he was able to give us much information of value
and save us many petty annoyances.\par

“I confess that we both became exceedingly interested
in this man. He was a scholar and could quote
Shakespeare and Burns—even Longfellow! I think
he had read Byron, but he confessed a natural prejudice
for the great English poet who became the idol of
Greece.\par

“At first neither Nadia nor I saw anything offensive
in his manners. True, he was inclined to quote Burns
to Nadia whenever he could find the opportunity, but
she thought nothing of that until he made love to her
pointblank.”\par

Buckhart gurgled a little deep down in his throat.\par

“Then,” continued Budthorne, “Nadia began to
grow alarmed. She tried to avoid him, but every way
she turned he seemed to bob up before her. She tried
to keep him at a distance without offending him. Before
we reached Beirut he proposed outright.”\par

Again Buckhart gurgled.\par

“He would not take no for an answer. In every
way possible he sought to induce her to consider his
proposal. At last he seemed to lose control of himself.
In an hour we would be in Beirut. He found
her alone on the after deck. I came up just in time to
see him catch her in his arms and try to kiss her. We
had an encounter, and I confess that he got rather the
best of it, although I hit him in the face. That blow
seemed to arouse a sleeping savage in him, for he
cursed me and called me a dog of an infidel, swearing
he would make me weep drops of blood for that insult.\par

“Well, we hastened out of Beirut and away to
Damascus; but the day after we reached this city
Hafsa Pasha appeared. His manner seemed again altered,
and he was very polite and humble. He entreated
pardon and begged to have an interview with
Nadia. She declined to see him. Before he left, he
laughingly told me that she would have to see him before
she could get out of this city.\par

“That was our first annoyance in Damascus. The
following day we were shopping in the bazaars when
suddenly Hafsa Pasha and a number of men surrounded
us. I was jostled aside. Hafsa Pasha talked
to Nadia like a man deranged. He tried to plead with
her, he offered her wealth and position, and then he
threatened. I don’t know what might have happened,
but a party of English tourists came along and I appealed
to them. There came near being a free fight
in that bazaar, but the Turk and his followers finally
retired and the Englishmen escorted us back to the
hotel.\par

“Then came the letter that stated you would arrive
in a day or two. We have been watching the trains
since then, and that is how we happened to be at the
station to-day. You know what happened. I am satisfied
that Hafsa Pasha was the instigator of this assault
upon us. It seems now that he actually contemplates
carrying Nadia off by force. We must get out
of Damascus right away, or I fear he will find a way to
accomplish his evil purpose.”\par

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CHAPTER X—THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER}

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Brad Buckhart was striding savagely up and down
the room, taken by himself and Dick, at the hotel.
There was a black look on his strong face and his
square jaw was set.\par

“I suppose you’ll have to walk it off old man,” said
Dick; “but it seems to me you are permitting yourself
to become altogether too wrought up.”\par

The Texan stopped, his feet wide apart and his
hands on his hips.\par

“I certain can’t help being some wrought up, partner,”
he said. “I reckon you would be in my place.”\par

“Without doubt. But we are here now, and we’ll
look after Nadia. Hafsa Pasha’s little scheme of abduction
won’t go.”\par

“Sure not; but it wasn’t that I was thinking of.”\par

“It wasn’t?”\par

“No.”\par

“Well, then——”\par

“Budthorne let the cat out of the bag.”\par

“I don’t understand.”\par

“He didn’t make a clean breast of it when he first
told the story. I’ve been talking with him since we
arrived here at the hotel. I trapped him by asking
questions.”\par

“Why, what do you mean by saying you trapped
him?”\par

“Exactly that, pard. You know a funny thing has
been running in my head ever since I trapped him. It’s
a toast I heard once. This is it:\par

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Dick rose instantly and placed a hand on his chum’s
shoulder.\par

“Why, Brad!” he exclaimed, “I never knew you to
talk so queerly. What did Budthorne tell you that set
you into such a mood?”\par

“You’re my friend. I wouldn’t talk of it to any one
else. You know I was smitten on Nadia Budthorne.”\par

“Well?”\par

“Of course I was a chump to care for her.”\par

“Oh, I don’t know.”\par

“Yes, I was. I’m a plain sort of chap, although I’m
not half as wild and woolly as I pretend to be.”\par

“You don’t have to tell me that, old man. I’ve been
able to see under the surface all along. I think I understand
you.”\par

“You do, Dick, and you’re the only one. That’s
why I swear by you. That’s why I’m ready to back
you up in anything you do. There is a bond of sympathy
between us.”\par

The Texan had dropped his swagger and his Western
style of speech. For the time being his mannerisms
fell from him like a discarded garment.\par

“Go ahead and tell me what it was that Budthorne
said.”\par

“Why, he let it slip that both he and Nadia were
greatly interested in this fine Turkish gentleman and
that he encouraged her interest in him. In short, she
carried on a mild flirtation with Hafsa Pasha, who
rather dazzled her. Of course, I have no claim on her,
and I’m too young to think of such a thing seriously.
But she’s seventeen, and lots of girls get married at
that age. In this country they marry at ten and
eleven.”\par

“Great Scott! You don’t fancy she actually seriously
considered marrying the Turk?”\par

“Why, he’s a very cultured gentleman. Budthorne
said so. He is educated, and he has traveled extensively.
Besides that, he is in the very prime of life.
Such a man might dazzle the eyes of a young girl.
There would be something romantic in a flirtation with
him. She would be likely to dream of the splendor
and power that would come to her as the wife of such
a man. Don’t call me a fool, Dick! I know! I
know!”\par

“If you’re not foolish, then you are crazy!”\par

“Only jealous, Dick. I confess it—I’m jealous!
Never felt this way before. I have an awful feeling
down here inside of me. I’d like to kill somebody!”\par

“But she threw Hafsa Pasha down, old man.”\par

“After Budthorne was told by the captain of the
ship that Hafsa Pasha had a harem in Damascus.”\par

Merriwell gave a great start.\par

“Is that true?” he demanded.\par

“Budthorne confessed it.”\par

“Budthorne’s a fool!”\par

“Oh, we both knew all the time that he was weak.
I think he encouraged Nadia in her flirtation with the
Turk until he obtained that information from the captain.
Then he got his eyes open and forbade her to
have anything to do with the man.”\par

“Nadia is young, Brad. Her ideas are not formed
yet. You mustn’t be too hard on her. Even if she did
flirt with the Turk a little, perhaps she was never
serious.”\par

“Perhaps not, but still I can’t help thinking she was.
Of course you may say she had a right to flirt mildly
with the man. Perhaps she did. Still I had exalted
her in my own mind. I regarded her as staunch and
true. I thought her far superior to the foolish, frivolous
modern girl. She knew how much I thought of
her, and she pretended to care for me. But, like all of
her sex, out of sight, out of mind. I was far away.
Hafsa Pasha, the handsome Turk, was near. He
quoted poetry to her. She listened and was enchanted.
She forgot me. They all do. Dick, you’re the only
human being I ever knew who was staunch as the rock-ribbed
hills. You never change, no matter what happens.
All others are weak and vacillating. My confidence
in human nature is pretty well shattered.”\par

“Oh, rats!” cried Dick. “Don’t get cynical, Brad!
It doesn’t become you at all. You’re naturally the
most optimistical chap in the world.”\par

“What do you think I’m going to do?” harshly demanded
the Texan. “Think I can ever feel the same
toward that girl? Not much! If she hadn’t learned
that her old Turk was married, I’d be in the soup
now. He’s married, and so I’m good enough for her
until she finds some chap she likes better. I tell you
it’s all off, Dick! I throw up the sponge! I quit!”\par

“I think this climate has got your liver out of condition,”
said Merriwell. “What you need is a tonic.
You’ll feel differently about this to-morrow.”\par

“Not to-morrow, nor the next day, nor ever!” declared
Brad. “Miss Budthorne will find that I’m no
chump to play second fiddle. Don’t you dare laugh at
me, Richard Merriwell! I’m in deadly earnest!”\par

Dick did not laugh then, but he found an opportunity
when Buckhart was not present.\par

However, Buckhart was far more serious than his
comrade imagined.\par

During the remainder of that day Brad wore a heavy
grouch. He kept much by himself and avoided Nadia,
much to her perplexity. Finally her pride was
touched, and she made no further effort to speak with
him or to see him.\par

Never had Dick seen his friend in such a mood. In
vain he tried to jolly the Texan and cheer him up. A
profound cloud of gloom overhung the sturdy chap
from the Rio Pecos country.\par

All were more or less weary, and so they willingly
rested through the day.\par

When evening came Dunbar Budthorne proposed
that they should attend the one theatre of the city,
which was located on the principal square, within a
short distance of the hotel.\par

“What sort of a performance is given there?” questioned
Dick.\par

“Oh, vaudeville, tumbling, fencing, juggling, acrobatic stunts, and so forth. It’s rather dull as a performance,
but it will serve to pass the time away.”\par

“Is it a suitable place for your sister to visit?”\par

“Well, I don’t know about that. I hear the men
smoke until you may cut the atmosphere into chunks
with a knife. The theatre is a rickety old shanty, and
none too clean. We might leave Nadia here in the
hotel.”\par

“Don’t do that!” she entreated. “Don’t leave me
alone in this city. I’m afraid to be left alone, after
what has happened.”\par

“Hum! ha!” coughed Professor Gunn. “I think we
will omit the theatre. Evidently it is a low resort. I
decline to permit the boys to visit it.”\par

And, although they chaffed him about it, the old
man was rigid in his decision, which finally settled it,
and they did not attend the theatre in Damascus.\par

The following morning, however, they prepared to
start out to look the city over. When they were ready
to leave the hotel it was found that Buckhart had
vanished.\par

On inquiry they learned that he had set out by himself,
leaving word for them not to bother about him.\par

Nadia pouted and looked greatly disappointed.\par

“What is the matter with him?” she asked. “I think he’s
just as mean as can be! What makes him act
so queer?”\par

She pinned Dick down and put the question to him,
not a little to his dismay. He could not tell the truth,
and he would not lie.\par

“I’ll have to let him explain his own actions,” he
said, seeking to find a loophole of escape.\par

“But you know why he is so peculiar—I know you
do! You can’t deny it!”\par

“I won’t try.”\par

“Then you must tell me. I insist on it.”\par

“Please don’t, Nadia! It will be all right in time,
but I prefer to let him explain.”\par

After a while he induced her to drop the subject
temporarily although he knew she would return to it
at the first opportunity and seek, with all the intensity
of her feminine curiosity, than which there is nothing
more acute and prying, to compel him to divulge the
truth.\par

Arouse the curiosity of a girl and she will strain
every nerve to learn a secret, even though she knows
the knowledge will make her most miserable. The
only way to keep a secret from a girl is not to let
her suspect a secret exists.\par

They left the hotel and proceeded to the public
square, which is located near the centre of the city.
This square proved to be a large, open place, where
at that hour throngs of people of all nationalities and
colors were assembling. The square was a sort of
public market. In the centre was a fountain and monument.\par

All around the sides of the square were the little
booths and stands of itinerant merchants, the most of
them with their goods spread out on the ground before
them, and arranged in the most inviting manner their
ingenuity could devise.\par

There were many professional letter writers, each
one sitting at a desk under awnings of canvas or straw.
They did not sit on chairs, but flat on the ground, with
their legs crossed. They were supplied with wooden
or reed pens. Their ink they carried in inkhorns.\par

Many of these letter writers were busy. Some were
writing business communications, some were drawing
up contracts or making out legal papers, while one,
with a veiled woman sitting near him, was writing a
love letter, recording the words whispered to him by
the lips hidden behind the veil.\par

Within the square were carts, camels, saddle horses,
carriages, and donkeys, all there to be hired.\par

Men were wandering about, sometimes in pairs and
holding hands. This, Budthorne explained, was a
common sight, it being an evidence of affection that
was thought quite natural in Damascus.\par

Adjoining the square were several coffee shops,
where Turkish men could be seen sitting round, smoking
hookahs, sipping coffee, and playing checkers,
chess, dominoes, and so forth. They wore long, calico
gowns, and their heads were swathed in turbans.\par

“Look here,” said Dick, motioning toward some
passing camels. “See how oddly their owners decorate
the beasts. They have strings of blue beads round
their necks.”\par

“You’ll see that everywhere, on camels, horses, and
donkeys,” declared Budthorne. “Those strings of
beads are charms to ward off the influence of the evil
eye.”\par

A strange sound smote their ears. It came from
the open door of a little shop, and it made them shiver,
for it was a sort of doleful wail and chant combined.\par

“Some one must be dying in there!” exclaimed Dick.\par

They looked in at the door. A young man was sitting cross-legged on the floor, busy at some sort of
work.\par

He was singing!\par

Despite the distressing sounds he was emitting, this
young man was very happy.\par

He was singing a love song!\par

The sound of clanging, clanking, and banging, as of
many persons pounding tin pans and washboilers, came
to their ears. A few moments later they found themselves
at the beginning of the bazaars of the city. The
sounds they had heard came from the coppersmith’s
street, where hundreds of skillful laborers were at work
on brass, beating and molding it in to all sorts of
shapes. They were making bowls, trays, and dishes,
such as may be seen on sale in any genuine Oriental
store.\par

It was very interesting to watch these laborers, and
their skill was something to marvel at.\par

They wandered on through bazaar after bazaar,
their interest and wonderment increasing.\par

One bazaar was filled with pipes and smoking paraphernalia
of every description. There were pipes
mounted with gold and silver, and some were decorated
with precious stones.\par

Then came the leather shops, the cloth store, the
curio shops, the place of odd and ancient weapons, the
goldsmith’s bazaar, and, most fascinating of all, the
Street of the Greeks. In the latter place were to
be seen all sorts of Oriental articles and ornaments, embroideries,
rugs, carpets, silks, clothing, armors, weapons,
pipes, gems, coins, fezzes.\par

They were besieged by Armenians, Greeks, and Jews,
all anxious and eager to sell them goods. Only the
Turks sat back in dignified silence and declined to
solicit trade. Some of the dealers were offensive in
their insistence. They pulled Nadia and held articles
before her for inspection, dilating on the merits of the
goods. They named prices and then asked for offers.\par

Budthorne became confused and Professor Gunn
grew angry. Dick was compelled to look after Nadia.
She clung to his arm.\par

In this manner they came face to face with Brad
Buckhart, who was wandering through the bazaars
alone.\par

Nadia gave a little cry.\par

“There’s Brad!”\par

He turned like a flash and disappeared amid a mass
of people who were crowding before one of the booths.\par

“Oh, Brad!” called Dick.\par

“Why, what made him do that?” exclaimed the girl,
in dismay.\par

Merriwell was provoked.\par

“Come!” he urged. “He can’t get away. We’ll
find him.”\par

They hurried after the Texan. Dick caught a
glimpse of him leaving the bazaars. Nadia was still
clinging to Dick’s arm.\par

At the beginning of a narrow street Buckhart paused
and glanced back, then he turned and disappeared
down the street.\par

Never had Dick known his friend to behave in such
a perplexing manner.\par

“I’ll shake some of the foolishness out of him if I
ever get my hands on him,” Merriwell mentally vowed.\par

Thinking they would have no trouble in returning to
the bazaars and finding the professor and Dunbar, they
hastened down the narrow street.\par

Turning a corner, they came against a caravan of
loaded camels in a most sudden and startling manner.
It was necessary to hug the wall in order to let the
animals and their drivers pass.\par

There were many dogs in the streets. These animals
prowled about or slept serenely beneath the feet of
pedestrians, who were careful to step over them or to
turn out and go round without disturbing them.\par

As in Constantinople, the dogs were the street cleaners,
and no one harmed them.\par

After following the crooked street some distance and
failing to again catch a glimpse of Buckhart, Dick decided
they had better turn back.\par

“I don’t know how we could have missed him,” he
said.\par

“He may have turned onto another street.”\par

“I saw no other street.”\par

“I did.”\par

Retracing their steps, they came upon a street that
was like a choked alley. Nadia believed they could
return to the bazaars more quickly by taking it.\par

But when they had followed it into still another
street, and turned from this into yet another, she confessed
that she was bewildered and knew not which
course should be pursued.\par

Then Dick set out to make his way back as quickly
as possible, the girl relying wholly on his judgment.
They seemed entangled in a network of very crooked
and very bewildering streets.\par

Again they were suddenly confronted by a number
of loaded camels. The one in advance was heavily
loaded, his pack being so broad that it nearly touched
the walls on either side. The beast came swinging on.\par

Nadia uttered a cry of alarm and turned to run. She
fled up some steps and disappeared within an open
doorway.\par

Dick gave a gasp of dismay as he followed her, for
he saw she had entered a Moslem temple, and he knew
such an intrusion might produce an uproar.\par

He sprang up the steps. Even as he did so, he heard
sudden shouts of alarm and anger coming from within
the temple.\par

Then Nadia reappeared, looking rather startled and
agitated.\par

“Goodness!” she gasped. “I almost ran right onto
a lot of monks at their devotions!”\par

The camels were swinging past.\par

“We must get away from here in a hurry!” exclaimed
Dick.\par

Even as he uttered the words several priests came
hurrying to the open door of the temple. They saw
Nadia. One of them pointed at her and shouted to
his companions. Then the whole of them moved
again, as if eager to lay hands on her.\par

“Here’s trouble!” muttered Dick, feeling for his
pistol.\par

“Don’t let them touch me!” gasped Nadia.\par

The head priest called to some of the men of the
train that was passing. Several of these men, swarthy
and villainous in appearance, halted in answer to this
call. The words of the priest seemed to arouse them.
They glared at the girl and started to mount the steps.\par

Out flashed Merriwell’s pistol.\par

“Hold on, you dogs!” he commanded, displaying the
weapon. “Stop where you are! Back up, or I’ll have
to damage some of you!”\par

The sight of that pistol caused the foremost among
them to retreat precipitately.\par

But Dick and Nadia were caught between two fires,
as it were. The angry priests were behind them, while
a number of savage men were in front.\par

The American boy knew he must lose not a moment
in changing his position.\par

Grasping Nadia’s wrist, he hurried down the steps
and attempted to flee along the street.\par

Another shout from the priests caused several of
the fierce-looking men to place themselves before Dick
and the girl. Although Merriwell threatened to shoot,
they would not let him pass.\par

Merriwell looked round for some place where he
could hold off the fanatical Moslems. He was forced
to retreat against the nearest wall.\par

Supporting Nadia with one arm, he lifted his pistol
and fearlessly faced the howling crowd, which now
began to close about them in a half circle, urged on by
the priests.\par

“Death to the infidels!” howled the crowd.\par

They shook their fists at the boy and girl. Those
behind tried to urge on those in advance. One old
Turk spat at Dick.\par

Young Merriwell realized the seriousness of his
position. He was pale, but his nerves remained steady
and unshaken.\par

“Come on!” he cried clearly. “I’ll fill some of you
with lead!”\par

Suddenly the crowd parted. A man forced his way
through, pushing other men to the right and left. As
he advanced he drew a gleaming sword, the hilt of
which was set with jewels.\par

The crowd seemed to think this man, who was an
Arab of rank and distinction, judging by his dress,
meant to attack the boy, and they uttered shouts of approval,
urging him to run the “infidel dog” through.\par

Dick had turned his pistol on the man with the
sword, but he hesitated.\par

“It is Ras al Had!” he exclaimed, in surprise.\par

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It was in truth the sheik who had been struck by
the train the previous day.\par

The Arab turned and faced the howling mob,
flourishing his shining sword.\par

“Destroy the infidel who has defiled the holy temple
of the Prophet!” snarled one of the infuriated Mohammedans.\par

“By the grave of my father,” cried the sheik, “I
swear to slay the first who tries to touch her!”\par

They were astounded, and as he swept his sword
with a hissing sound beneath their noses they involuntarily
fell back.\par

One of the priests called to the sheik, demanding to
know why he defended the infidels.\par

The aged Arab retorted that he had a most excellent
reason, and that he would lay down his life rather
than see either the girl or boy harmed.\par

He did more than that, for he called several of the
mob by name, commanding them to move on and give
the strangers permission to depart in peace.\par

One of the priests attempted to expostulate, explaining
that the girl had entered the temple, thus committing
an offense that could be atoned for by blood alone.\par

Then Ras al Had retorted that the girl had been
alarmed by the camels of his train and had fled into the
temple to escape from them. He further added that infidels were sometimes permitted to visit the temple, escorted
by a military guard. In conclusion he stated
that he was indebted for his very life to the boy who
stood ready to defend the maiden, and, therefore, he
was willing to surrender his life in behalf of the lad.\par

They realized that he was in earnest, and those
whom he had called by name and ordered to depart
began to slip away.\par

He then singled out three or four of his own camel
drivers, who had dropped back to see what all the uproar
was about, and called them to his side.\par

“Boy,” he said, addressing Dick, “I will see that no
harm comes to you or to the girl. Trust me.”\par

“Thank you,” said Dick gratefully. “I think you
took a hand just in time to prevent those wolves from
tearing us to pieces.”\par

“Without doubt you would have met serious injury
at their hands. These men are my paid servants. We
will escort you and protect you. Fear not.”\par

The camel drivers gathered about Dick and Nadia.
Ras al Had placed himself at their head and ordered
them to march.\par

Flinging his hands in the air, one of the priests stood
firmly in the path, refusing to move.\par

The eyes of Ras al Had shone strangely. He
stepped close to the priest, called him by name, and
spoke in a low tone.\par

“It was thy brother whom I delivered from slavery
in Nubia,” he said. “Then thou didst fall on my neck
and weep and swear by the Prophet that whatever I
should ask of thee at any time thou wouldst grant.
Hast forgotten?”\par

“It is true, noble sheik,” confessed the priest; “but
tell me hast thou forgotten thy religion that thou
canst defend an infidel who has defiled the temple of
Mohammed?”\par

“Ras al Had never forgets. These infidels are
mighty and powerful, and should harm come to them
through thee, then thou wilt be forced to make reparation
in the dust. For thy own good, stand aside and
let them pass.”\par

There seemed to be great command in the dark eyes
of the swarthy man, and those eyes were fixed on
the priest with burning insistence.\par

The priest hesitated a moment longer, and then,
bowing low with dismay and regret he could not utter,
he stood aside.\par

Ras al Had marched on, his servants following, still
with Dick and Nadia in their midst.\par

They reached the camel train. Behind them the
mob had melted away. The danger was past.\par

“Dick,” said Nadia, pressing Merriwell’s arm, “I
think that old man is just splendid! I never dreamed
a black man could be so fine!”\par

Ras al Had turned to them.\par

“Boy,” he spoke, “it has been truly said that Ras al
Had is one who never forgets a debt. Yet when I
gave you my word to defend you with my sword and
life should the time ever come that I found you in peril,
I little thought to what it would bring me. Still I
have canceled the debt, and I feel that I owe you
nothing.”\par

“You’re all right, sheik!” exclaimed the boy enthusiastically. “I don’t know how we are going to thank
you for——”\par

Ras al Had checked him with a gesture.\par

“I want no thanks. Let me caution you against
wandering about Damascus without escort or protection.
It is a great folly. Where are your friends?”\par

Dick explained how it happened that he and Nadia
had been caught in such a predicament.\par

The sheik gazed attentively at the girl and then
shook his head soberly.\par

“A maid so beautiful is in great danger here, unless
she be well protected. She might disappear suddenly,
and years of searching might not disclose her fate.
There are men in Damascus who could not look on her
without coveting possession of her. How simple it
would be for one of these buildings to swallow you
both! You, boy, would meet a swift death, and your
body would be so completely destroyed that no trace
of it could ever be found. There are prisons in the
city where dwell beautiful maidens like her, given
every luxury save liberty. Once they have passed
within the prison doors they may never again come
forth.”\par

Nadia shuddered and clung to Dick’s arm.\par

“I have heard of such things,” she said; “but I supposed
the custom had been abolished.”\par

“This day,” said Ras al Had, “a friend of mine from
the interior has arrived with many beautiful girls, the
most of them Circassians. I spoke with him as I was
entering the city. He will take them to a certain
house, the location of which I know, and there they
will be attended by hairdressers and dressmakers, who
will do everything possible to add to their attractiveness.
When they are prepared for inspection, certain
rich men will visit them and choose from among
them, paying the price demanded, after which no other
man save their masters will ever look on their faces.”\par

“Perfectly dreadful!” gasped Nadia. “It makes me
shiver to think what would have happened had Hafsa
Pasha been able to hoodwink me and my brother.”\par

The sheik gave her a swift, keen look.\par

“Hafsa Pasha?” he said, a strange intonation in his
voice. “How know you that man?”\par

“I met him on the steamer from Smyrna to Beirut.”\par

“What happened?”\par

Nadia was confused.\par

“Why, he—he——”\par

“He made love to her,” Dick explained. “He asked
her to marry him.”\par

“You knew him to be a Moslem?”\par

“I knew nothing at the time save what he told me
of himself,” answered the girl. “The captain of the
vessel told me that he had been banished to Damascus
by the sultan on account of some political intrigue, and
that he had a harem.”\par

Ras al Had bowed.\par

“It is true. I know that man—I know him well!
He takes good care to avoid me. I was told by my
friend, who had brought the girls from the interior,
that there was among them one very beautiful maiden
whom he hoped to sell to Hafsa Pasha for a handsome
price.”\par

Nadia shivered again.\par

“To think that I could even talk with a monster
who buys human beings like cattle!” she exclaimed.\par

“I have contemplated seeking the opportunity to
meet Hafsa Pasha when he comes for the Circassian
maiden,” said the sheik. “It is possible that I may
be there.”\par

“It seems to me,” observed Dick, “that you have no
particularly friendly feeling toward Mr. Hafsa.”\par

“I have no reason to feel kindly toward him,” confessed
the Arab, in a tone of much bitterness. “He
once did my younger brother a great wrong. It has
been truly said that Ras al Had never forgets, and this
wrong he remembers. Some day Hafsa Pasha shall
suffer for it, even as he caused my brother to suffer.”\par

“I don’t like to be inquisitive,” said Dick; “but my
curiosity is aroused, and I wonder how he wronged
your brother.”\par

“My brother sold him a cargo of fine rugs, silks, and
many precious stones. Hafsa Pasha is no true Mohammedan.
He has lived much in the Western countries.
Otherwise he would not have denied the price
he owed for the goods he had received. He was
powerful in a way, and my brother disappeared. I demanded
of Hafsa Pasha what had become of my
brother, but he swore he knew not. More than a year
later I found my brother, a slave and dying far beyond
Bagdad, even near to Yezd, which is in the Great Salt
Desert. With his last words my brother declared that
he believed he was carried into slavery through the
plotting and command of Hafsa Pasha, who sought
thus to get him out of the way. Thus, you see, Hafsa
Pasha escaped payment of the just debt he owed.
There was no real proof, but I am satisfied that my
brother was right. I have sought diligently to obtain
the proof, that I might bring Hafsa Pasha to justice.
Even though I have failed in my efforts, never once
have I faltered in my resolve to bring punishment on
the evildoer.”\par

There was a sort of grim earnestness and intensity
in the quiet words of the old sheik, and Dick felt that
Hafsa Pasha had made a very bitter and dangerous
enemy.\par

“Well, I hope you corner the old rascal in the end,”
said the boy. “But we must get back to the bazaars.
Dunbar and the professor will be tearing the city up in
search of us.”\par

“I will send an escort with you,” said Ras al Had.
“Remember my words of warning and be cautious.
We may never meet again, but I feel that I have canceled
my debt to you, even as I shall some day make
settlement with Hafsa Pasha.”\par

Ras al Had called four sturdy black men and bade
them escort the boy and girl back to the bazaars and
from thence to their hotel, in case they wished it.\par

Then he bade Dick and Nadia a dignified farewell.\par

The escort were four villainous-looking black rascals,
and Nadia was afraid of them; but Dick tried to
reassure her, declaring that the servants of Ras al Had
were to be trusted, no matter how untrustworthy they
looked.\par

Here and there through the crooked, winding streets
they made their way. To Dick it seemed that they
had covered a far greater distance than was necessary
in order to return directly to the bazaars; but he
fancied the black men were taking them by a round-about
course in order to avoid the vicinity of the
temple where the trouble had taken place.\par

As they proceeded they were joined by a crooked,
wizened old Turk, who seemed to know the black men.
He spoke to them one by one, but not a word that he
said reached the ears of the boy and girl.\par

Nadia shrank close to Dick, and the hand that clung
to his arm trembled a little.\par

“I don’t like that man,” she whispered. “Did you
see how he looked at me? I wish we were by ourselves.
We do not need an escort.”\par

Merriwell tried to reassure her, but he was not entirely
easy in his mind.\par

Finally he spoke to one of the black men, asking
why it took so long to reach the bazaars.\par

The fellow made some sort of an explanation in
broken English, but scarcely a word of it could Dick
understand.\par

By this time they were in a quarter of the city that
added to the apprehension of the American boy. The
people they passed stared at them in a manner that
was decidedly disagreeable, to say the least, and many
made remarks that were plainly of an insulting nature.\par

Finally Dick stopped.\par

“Look here,” he said; “we will go it alone the rest
of the way. We are much obliged for your kindness,
but we don’t need you any more.”\par

Then the old Turk approached him and mildly but
firmly insisted that it would be quite suicidal to dismiss
the escort in such a manner and in such a quarter
of the city.\par

“When did you get into this game?” demanded the
boy, somewhat warmly. “It doesn’t strike me that
you have anything to say about it.”\par

Then the crooked old fellow protested that he was a
friend to Ras al Had and was working entirely in the
interest of the sheik.\par

Dick’s suspicions were redoubled, instead of allayed.\par

“That may be true,” he said; “but we don’t propose
to trouble Ras al Had’s friends any more. Take the
whole bunch and go.”\par

“And never again have the courage to look the great
sheik in the face?” said the Turk. “No; not until I
know you are safe with your friends will I abandon
you.”\par

Dick turned to one of the black men, who seemed to
be something of a leader.\par

“Say, you,” he exclaimed, “I want you to shake
yourself and get out of this right away! Understand?
Take this befezzed old relic with you, too. Git!”\par

The man shook his head and held up his hands as
if he did not understand.\par

Nadia’s alarm had increased. She saw that Dick
was rapidly becoming very angry, and she urged him
to hold his temper.\par

“I’ll travel no farther with these men!” declared the
determined boy.\par

The Turk said something to the black men, and
they began to crowd about Dick and the girl.\par

Seeing this, the boy reached for his pistol.\par

Before he could draw the weapon, however, he was
seized by the throat by a huge pair of hands, the owner
of which was behind him. Another of the black rascals clutched his arm and prevented him from producing
the weapon.\par

The hands which clasped the boy’s neck were very
powerful, and the massive fingers shut off his wind
in a moment. The pressure thus exerted seemed crushing
flesh and bone.\par

He exerted all his strength in the effort to break
away, but realized that he had very little chance to
succeed.\par

Through a haze he saw Nadia struggling weakly
in the grip of the crooked Turk and one of the black
men. There was a sudden roaring in his ears, but
through it came a sharp sound that he knew was a
scream from the lips of the unfortunate girl.\par

A feeling of desperate fury shot through his heart.
The very fact that he felt himself impotent to aid
Nadia thrilled him with a horrible madness. He remembered
the warning words of Ras al Had.\par

But had the old sheik been sincere? Many a time
he had heard that no Moslem ever felt himself bound
in honor to an infidel. In fact, to deceive and betray
an infidel was regarded as a commendable and praiseworthy
proceeding.\par

Had not Ras al Had played a crafty game from
the start? It was truly surprising that the sheik had
dared array himself against the priests before the temple.
Had he not done so in order to deceive and betray
the infidels more completely? Was it not possible
the old scoundrel had realized that any harm befalling
the boy and girl in the vicinity of the bazaars might
bring swift retribution on the offenders, for which reason
he had entered into the affair, held the mob in
check for the time being, finally to decoy the victims
into a part of the city where they could be murdered
with very little chance that the crime would ever be
punished?\par

This hazy thought caused young Merriwell to twist
and squirm in the clutch of those iron hands, making
a last deranged effort to free himself that he might
fight for her.\par

His senses reeled and a black cloud, riven by flashes
of lightning, descended upon him. He knew he was
losing consciousness. Heavy bells rang in his ears.
Somewhere in the distance cannon boomed. Then
these sounds died away. The harsh bells and booming
cannon were silenced by an organ peal. The music
thrilled through him. It sank to a soft, throbbing
strain and then receded into the distance, growing
fainter and fainter. Peace fell on him. He struggled
no more.\par

Was it death?\par

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Dick’s next sensation was that of an acute pain that
shot through every limb and every part of his body.
On his chest there seemed a terrible weight that was
smothering him, while his head was being crushed by
an iron band. He was choking; his neck gave him
the most exquisite agony. Far away he seemed to
hear the babble of mocking voices. Some one was
laughing at him; there were many of them.\par

In spite of the terrible pains he felt, every limb
seemed numb and helpless. He had not strength nor
power of will. A husky groan came from his lips,
which were purple and tinged with blood. That sound
called forth another burst of mocking laughter.\par

He opened his eyes. At first he could see nothing,
for the bright sun of the Orient was shining full upon
him.\par

He knew not what had happened.\par

After a bit he began to realize that he was lying flat
on his back in a narrow street, while around him at a
little distance were standing many strange men. They
were gazing at him in contempt and laughing at his
misery. To him in his agony their faces seemed the
faces of fiends.\par

A feeling of resentment and anger lay hold upon
him. It infuriated him because they could stand about
and mock him in his wretchedness.\par

“You dog!” he tried to cry; but the hissing gasp
that came from his lips was inarticulate.\par

One of the crowd stepped out and poked the boy
with his foot. Then he lifted his hand to his mouth
and threw back his head, as if drinking, after which
he made a few staggering steps.\par

The crowd roared with laughter.\par

For all of his condition, Dick understood that pantomime.
The crowd thought him drunk.\par

But what had happened to him? Why was he lying
there in that wretched street, with the fierce sun beating
on him?\par

He closed his eyes and tried to remember what had
taken place. His effort carried him back to Fardale.
For the time being he fancied he had been engaged
in a desperate game of football, and in the fearful
line-bucking clash he had been injured. That was it.
He was lying on the football field. The narrow street,
the queer, gray houses, and the mocking fiends who
laughed at his misery were the hallucinations of his
shocked brain.\par

What were the boys doing? Had they checked the
charge of the enemy? Perhaps they had the ball!
Possibly some one of them had carried it over the
enemy’s line for a touchdown, and so, in the excitement
of victory, their injured captain had been
forgotten.\par

“Rah! rah! rah! Fardale!”\par

He tried to cheer. It was the duty of a true son
of old Fardale to cheer as long as the breath of life
remained in his body.\par

Once more that sound of mocking laughter reached
him. Again he opened his eyes.\par

He saw no comrades in red and black. He saw no
stand packed with cheering cadets. Again he beheld
the gray buildings of the dirty street. Again he saw
those leering faces and grinning mouths all around
him.\par

“It’s a nightmare!” he whispered. “I must break
the spell! I must move!”\par

He made a mighty effort, and, in spite of the pain,
rolled over on his side.\par

The old man came up and kicked him back into his
former position.\par

“Wait!” thought the boy—“wait till I get up, you
dirty wretch! You’ll not wipe your feet on me after
that!”\par

One of the crowd spat at him and called him a
filthy infidel.\par

“I’ll try to remember you, also!” said Dick to himself.\par

Weakly he lifted his hands to his neck. It was paining
him frightfully, and he seemed to feel marks upon
it, as if something had left indelible prints in the
flesh.\par

“I’m not in Fardale,” he thought. “I’m somewhere—somewhere—somewhere
far away. Where
am I? and how did I get here?”\par

The pressure on his head prevented him from
thinking. He felt to see if an iron band were truly
crushing his skull.\par

He could find nothing of the sort.\par

“I must get up! I must! I will!”\par

They laughed and called to him as he lifted himself
little by little to his elbow. At last, with his hands
on the ground and his body lurched to one side, like
a man wounded unto death, he paused, breathing with
a horrible, whistling sound.\par

“Strength—I must have strength!” he thought. “If
I give up the least bit, I’ll drop back here and never
rise again.”\par

So he waited until a little more strength came to
him. He seemed to summon it by his indomitable and
unyielding will.\par

He heard the rabble chattering about him, but he no
longer heeded them.\par

“The ocean liner—England—Italy—Constantinople!”
He was beginning to remember.\par

“Where is Brad? Where is the professor?”\par

He straightened up, in spite of all the pain it cost
him. He shifted until he was on his hands and knees.\par

The old man, grinning maliciously, again hastened
forward and lifted his foot, intending to kick the boy
over.\par

“Stay!”\par

It was a single word of command, but it was spoken
in a tone that caused the man to pause.\par

Through the crowd strode a man with a dark face
and a black beard that was threaded with gray. He
was dressed in garments that seemed to proclaim him
a person of more than common rank. He advanced
and bent over the lad, whom he lifted to a standing
position, supporting him with one arm.\par

“Boy,” he demanded, “what does it mean? Tell me
what has happened to thee and to the beautiful
maiden.”\par

“The—the beautiful maiden?” muttered Dick.
“You mean—you mean—Nadia?”\par

Then he remembered, and the shock caused him to
straighten up stiffly. He turned and looked into the
face of Ras al Had.\par

“You—you treacherous snake!” he panted.\par

With all the strength he could summon, he struck
the old sheik in the face.\par

The mob gasped, and then it howled. It pressed
forward, seeking to lay hands on the tottering boy
who had dared strike one of the true faith.\par

Again Ras al Had drew his sword. Some of them
expected to see him run the infidel through the body.
Instead of that, he drove them back.\par

“Keep thy hands off him!” commanded the sheik.
“Leave him to me!”\par

Once more he clutched the lad, who was swaying
and apparently ready to fall.\par

“Don’t touch me, you traitor!” gasped Merriwell.
“I wish I had left you to die beside the railroad, instead
of pumping the breath of life back into your
miserable, old carcass!”\par

“You are mad, boy.”\par

“That’s right, I am!”\par

“Tell me what happened?”\par

“You know!”\par

“By the beard of the Prophet, I swear I do not
know.”\par

“It is no sin to lie to an infidel!”\par

“Ras al Had never lied to any man.”\par

“You do not know what happened? Well, we were
betrayed by those black dogs you sent to escort us.
We were led here. I was choked into unconsciousness.
What has become of Nadia I cannot tell.”\par

A strange and terrible look came to the face of the
old Arab. His eyes glittered with a deadly light.\par

“Do you swear that my men did this?”\par

“Yes.”\par

“Then to you I swear that each and every one of
them shall pay the penalty of their treachery with his
life! That is the oath of Ras al Had! Do you hear
me!”\par

“I hear, but——”\par

“You shall see that I keep it. Trust me again.
With a word I might have set these men upon you
to beat the life from your weak body. Why did I not
speak that word?”\par

“I don’t know,” confessed Dick, “unless it was in
order that you might have the satisfaction of deceiving
me and betraying me again.”\par

“If I leave you now, they will fall on you. I will
remain by you and take you to a place of safety. I
will prove to you that I am honest. More than that,
I will find the maiden and restore her to you.”\par

“Can—can you do it?”\par

“I have given my pledge. Lean on my arm. No
one will place the weight of a finger on you while you
are with me.”\par

They walked away, the old sheik supporting the
boy and questioning him. Dick related everything
that had taken place. As well as possible he described
the appearance of the old Turk who had joined the
escort sent by Ras al Had to conduct the boy and girl
back to their friends.\par

“I think I know the man,” nodded the sheik. “I
am sure I know him.”\par

“But your servants—you can force the truth from
them.”\par

“I doubt if I behold any one of them for many days
to come. Without doubt they were well paid for
what they did, and they will endeavor to keep beyond
my reach, for they know the meaning of my wrath.
Yet they shall not escape me in the end.”\par

“But it is the girl—it is poor Nadia I am thinking
of!” groaned Dick. “She may be dragged into a
harem.”\par

“Has she friends of influence in your country?”\par

“Yes. She——”\par

“You must appeal to the American consul. In the
meantime I will be at work. Hast forgotten that she
fell beneath the covetous eye of Hafsa Pasha?”\par

“No! I believe that wretch is behind this dirty
piece of work! If so, I’ll have his life!”\par

“It is not likely she will be taken into a harem until
the man who caused her capture learns what is going
to be done about it. She will be kept somewhere for
the time being. If you have influence enough to
create a great disturbance about it, some day she will
be set free in some remote part of the city. It will be
claimed that she was captured and held for ransom
by brigands. You know such a thing has happened
to some of your American missionaries. If her disappearance
causes no great disturbance, then the man
into whose power she has fallen may add her to his
harem. For a few days, however, I believe she is
safe. For her captors will not dare injure her.”\par

To a slight degree these words relieved Dick. Of
course he was still greatly distressed over what had
happened to Nadia; but if she was not immediately
dragged into a harem, there might be plenty of opportunity
to frustrate any designs upon her.\par

Dick’s brain was growing clearer and his body
stronger. He no longer believed that Ras al Had was
concerned in bringing about the misfortune that had
befallen Nadia.\par

“Forgive me, sheik, for striking you as I did,” he
entreated. “I ask your pardon in all humbleness. I
was infuriated with the conviction that you had betrayed
us.”\par

“Say no more of that. I should have accompanied
you, for then no harm would have befallen you. I
feel that I am responsible; and, feeling thus, I shall
leave no stone unturned to aid you. This way, we
will find a conveyance at the corner. When you have
reached your friends, lose no time in laying the case
before your consul. He will know the best course
to pursue; but meanwhile Ras al Had will be working
faithfully for you.”\par

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Alone, Brad Buckhart returned to the hotel. He
realized that he had acted in a ridiculous manner in
avoiding his friends and running away from Dick and
Nadia on the streets, but his feeling of shame for such
folly was smothered by one of resentment and jealousy.\par

“I thought her different from other girls,” he muttered,
as he paced the floor of his room; “but she’s
just like them all—false, fickle, and giddy. She pretended
to like me, but out of sight is out of mind with
her. She flirted with that confounded Turk—yes,
she did! That’s what got her into trouble. Her
brother is just as foolish as she is. He encouraged
her. I suppose they think me nothing but a rough
Texan, good enough to fight for them and get them
out of their troubles, but not good for anything else.
Well, if I take a fancy, I can show them I’m not half
as rough as they think.\par

“I imagine I can make a respectable appearance in
refined society if I choose to try. Perhaps my family
is just as good as the Budthornes. I’d rather confess
to hailing from Texas than to admit that I was from
Chicago. Chicago! Why, a decent white man will
turn to a smoked ham in that town in less than three
days! As for wild and woolly places, I declare Chicago
lays way over Texas. A man is liable to be held up
anywhere in Chicago in broad daylight. If he’s sandbagged
and robbed, and makes a complaint to the police,
he stands a fine prospect of being locked up as a vagrant.
No one from Chicago can get chesty with me.”\par

He was perfectly serious, little realizing the humor
of his observations and attitude. Although naturally
broad-minded and manly, he had been “rubbed the
wrong way of the fur” by Nadia’s action, and, for the
time, at least, he was almost childish in his resentment.\par

The fact that he had this weakness, however, made
his other manly qualities stand out even more clearly.\par

“I’ll show her how much I care!” he continued. “I’ll
just hold my head up and keep out of her way. Let
her go it! Let her flirt with Turks! If she does,
she’ll be sorry!”\par

He paused. The picture of Nadia making eyes at
a handsome Turkish gentleman rose before him. He
fancied he was willing she should do anything she
wished, but now, all at once, he realized that she could
hurt him very much in case she disdained him and
turned her attention in other directions.\par

He had been bluffing when he ran away from her,
and he knew it now. As a rule he was able and willing
to back up any bluff he made, but now his reason
told him he would weaken immediately in case this
bluff was called.\par

What if Nadia became offended by his ungentlemanly
behavior in running away from her when she
called to him and tried to overtake him? What if that
one bad break of his should cause her in future to
regard him with indifference or aversion?\par

“Oh, ginger!” he exclaimed. “I couldn’t stand
that! It would drive me to suicide! I’m a chump,
and I can’t help it! Dick is with her. Perhaps she’ll
get smitten on him!”\par

This thought added to his agitation.\par

“How can she help it?” he muttered, again fiercely
pacing the floor. “Dick is the sort of fellow all the
girls care for. He’s far superior to me, and I don’t
see how she came to be interested the least bit in me
in the first place. Of course, there is June Arlington
and Doris Templeton—but they’re on the other side
of the Atlantic, and I don’t believe there ever yet was
a pretty girl who did not believe she could cut out
another girl if she really tried.\par

“Perhaps that’s what Nadia is trying to do! Perhaps
she’s playing a clever game by pretending to
have any interest in me and seeming indifferent to
Dick. A girl best attracts a fellow by seeming indifferent
to him. The girl who pursues a chap is
bound to lose him, nine times out of ten. It’s the
fellow who wants to do the pursuing. He loves the
chase and the zest of it. Some girls know this, and
they play the timid deer to perfection. Nadia Budthorne
is right clever, and I’ll wager something this
little game is no secret to her.\par

“I’ve hit it at last! I’ve known all along that she
really cared for Dick, and now I’ve been fool enough
to help her in her play. Say, I ought to be shot! I
know Dick is on the level, but how is he going to
resist a clever girl like her? He might, if June Arlington
were near; but June is far away, and, in my
estimation, Nadia lays away over June any old time.
Oh, you poor fool!”\par

He clenched his fist and struck himself on the side
of the head.\par

Thus it happened that Professor Gunn and Dunbar
Budthorne found the Texan in anything but a happy
frame of mind when they returned to the hotel.\par

They were agitated over the disappearance of Dick
and Nadia, for whom they had searched and inquired
ere leaving the bazaars. When they did return to the
hotel it was with the expectation and hope that they
might find the boy and girl there.\par

“They will turn up all right,” declared Brad. “Dick
will take care of her, never fear.”\par

And now for the first time in his life he grew violently
jealous of his bosom comrade.\par

“If he plays me double I’ll never again have the
least confidence in human nature!” he mentally cried.\par

But when an hour passed and the missing boy and
girl failed to return to the hotel Buckhart began to
share the alarm of the professor and Budthorne.\par

“If anything happens to that boy I’ll never forgive
myself!” said the old pedagogue.\par

“We must look for them,” said Dunbar. “You
know what took place at the railway station. What
if some of Hafsa Pasha’s tools found Dick and Nadia
alone and unprotected?”\par

Suddenly Brad Buckhart reassumed his Western
manners.\par

“Whoop!” he cried. “Let’s amble forth on the
warpath! Let’s take to the trail and go out for scalps!
I’m ready, and you know I can scrap some, if I don’t
shine resplendent at a soirée. I’m in right good humor
for a scrimmage.”\par

Together they left the hotel and started to return
to the bazaar; but they had not proceeded far when
they were stopped by the appearance of an open carriage,
in which were Dick and Ras al Had.\par

Dick called to them, and the carriage stopped.
Young Merriwell sprang down.\par

Budthorne, pale and shaking with apprehension,
rushed forward and clutched him, demanding to
know what had become of Nadia.\par

Dick told the whole story in as few words as possible.\par

As he listened Brad Buckhart grew ashen. He
realized that Dick and Nadia had become separated
from the professor and Budthorne through their efforts
to follow and overtake him. By running away
in such a childish manner he had led them into all
that trouble, the end of which had been the disappearance
of the girl.\par

“Fool! fool!” he groaned. “I am to blame for it
all!”\par

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Late that day, as the grateful shadows of approaching
night were settling over Damascus, Ras al Had
came quietly to the hotel, and was highly satisfied to
find Dick Merriwell there. He drew the boy aside,
saying he wished to speak with him in private.\par

“I have found one of the dogs who betrayed me,”
said the old sheik. “Would you behold him? Would
you hear what he has to say?”\par

“Yes, yes.”\par

“Do you trust me now?”\par

“Of course I do!”\par

“Do you trust me completely?”\par

“Yes.”\par

“Then tell your friends not to worry about you,
even though you leave them and do not return with
the passing of another day. If you ask questions now
I shall know you do not trust me, even though you
say so.”\par

Dick asked no questions.\par

Thus far everything possible had been done for
Nadia. Her disappearance had been reported, and
they had received the assurance that an earnest effort
would be made to find her and return her in
safety to her friends. Dick had made a formal complaint
of the assault, and was informed that the whole
matter should be investigated and the guilty parties
punished.\par

They all knew, however, that they were not liable
to receive anything more than promises from the
Turkish authorities. This being the case, they were
compelled to rely mainly on the American consul and
the promise of Ras al Had, the sheik.\par

It is probable that Dick Merriwell was the only one
who really placed any confidence in the old Arab.\par

Brad Buckhart was immovable in his conviction
that the sheik was concerned in the dastardly work.\par

Knowing Brad would raise a disturbance, Dick told
the professor that he might be gone for twenty-four
hours. Immediately Zenas made an effort to exercise
his authority over the boy.\par

“You shall not go, Richard!” he exclaimed. “I
forbid it!”\par

“I am sorry you forbid it, professor, for you know
I dislike to disobey you.”\par

“Eh? Hum! haw! Why, why, you don’t mean
to tell me to my face that you will defy me?”\par

“No, sir; I do not defy you. Circumstances make
it necessary for me to disobey you, and so——”\par

“You shall not do it! I won’t have it! Your
brother looks to me to bring you back safely to him,
and I——”\par

“Were my brother here he would approve of what
I am doing.”\par

“Well, what are you doing? Where are you
going?”\par

“I can’t tell you.”\par

“Haw! hum! I positively decline to let you leave
this hotel!”\par

“I can’t help that. Look after Budthorne. He’s
nearly distracted. Tell him to brace up. Somehow
I have confidence that we’ll be able to find Nadia.
You’ll have your hands full taking care of Brad.”\par

“I need you to help me. The boy is crazy.”\par

“He blames himself for what happened, and he always
will blame himself unless Nadia is found.”\par

“I can’t do anything with him. He’s like a mad
bull. Richard, you are the only one who can handle
him. Don’t leave me!”\par

“I must.”\par

“Why, I thought you an obedient boy! I never
fancied you would set yourself up in defiance of me.”\par

“You do not understand, professor; I am doing
what I firmly believe is for the best.”\par

Zenas wrung his hands.\par

“If we ever get out of this mess,” he declared, “I’m
going to take you back home just as fast as possible.”\par

“All right; but that is something to be considered
later.”\par

“You should be there. You should be in school at
Fardale this day.”\par

“You forget that I was expelled, professor.”\par

“By that old dunkhead, Gooch! Wait till we get
home. I’m going to have a little session with Barnaby
Gooch, and also with Chester Arlington. Your
turn is coming, Richard—that is if you do not throw
your life away in some reckless folly. Do be cautious,
Richard! Listen to me!”\par

Dick did his best to reassure the old man, but Zenas
clutched his arm and attempted to cling to him, still
urging and entreating.\par

Swiftly the boy released the fingers of the old pedagogue.\par

“I’ll come back all right in time,” he said, and then
hastened away.\par

Gunn hurried after him out of the hotel. He saw
Dick spring upon the back of a horse. Another horse,
with a dark, silent man on its back, stood near. Both
animals were off in a moment, disappearing with their
riders into the dusky shadows of a street leading to
the north.\par

Zenas Gunn stood trembling in front of the hotel.
His heart was heavy with dread.\par

“Oh, Richard!” he murmured pathetically; “Heaven
guard you! You are brave unto recklessness, and I
fear that some day your recklessness will bring ruin
upon you.”\par

At the side of Ras al Had Dick Merriwell rode
through Damascus. They were on the outskirts of
the city when the aged sheik drew rein.\par

“We stop here,” he said.\par

Immediately two men appeared to take the horses.\par

They dismounted.\par

“Follow, boy,” commanded the sheik.\par

Dick did not hesitate about obeying. He kept at
the heels of the Arab, who entered some straw-thatched
sheds. It was very dark under the shed, not
even the light of the stars penetrating there.\par

Ras al Had uttered a call, and soon a man came
hurrying with a fluttering light. He was black as
midnight, with thick lips, and huge gold rings in his
ears. He salaamed before the sheik.\par

“Hold the light, Assouan,” directed Ras al Had.
“Let us behold the dog who betrayed me.”\par

Then he touched the arm of the American boy and
made a gesture toward the ground not far from their
feet.\par

Assouan held the light as commanded, and it fell
on a spectacle that caused Dick to recoil and utter a
cry of horror.\par

Face downward on the ground, his arms and legs
outspread, with his wrists and ankles bound to stout
stakes, was a black man, stripped of clothing. His
back was covered with blood.\par

“You see what happens to curs who betray Ras al
Had,” said the sheik, in a harsh voice.\par

“Heavens!” gasped Dick. “The miserable wretch
has been beaten until his back is all cut up!”\par

“He was lashed until the pain loosened his tongue
and he confessed,” said the sheik. “This man was
one of the four I sent to escort you and the maiden.”\par

“You—you compelled him to tell what has become
of her?”\par

“I wrung it from his lips.”\par

“What did he tell?”\par

“You shall hear.”\par

Ras al Had touched the wretched victim with a
staff which he took from one corner of the shed.\par

The man did not stir.\par

“Look, thou dog!” said the sheik; “art longing for
further punishment? Then speak promptly, or I
swear by the beard of the Prophet that thou shalt be
cut into a thousand pieces! Who paid thee to choke
the infidel lad?”\par

“Why, it’s the fellow who nearly murdered me!”
exclaimed Dick, for he had not recognized the mutilated
wretch.\par

“The same,” said the sheik. “Why doesn’t he speak?
Assouan, bring the whip.”\par

The black man with the light hastened to obey.
The whip, a long, wicked-looking affair, with a rawhide
lash into which were knotted many pieces of
lead, was quickly produced.\par

Ras al Had took the spluttering light from Assouan’s
hand.\par

“Stand ready,” he directed. “When I bid you
strike have no mercy.”\par

Dick’s blood was cold in his body. The situation
was one to fill him with horror. He was alone in that
wretched shed, his companions a merciless Arab, a
black man of the desert, and the helpless wretch bound
outspread on the bare ground. It was night, and the
moon had not yet risen. Beneath the shed the darkness
was dispelled only by the flaring light, which
cast many grotesque shadows dancing on the walls.\par

Again Ras al Had bade the man speak. In return
there was neither sound nor movement.\par

“Strike, Assouan—strike!” said the sheik coldly.\par

Assouan lifted the whip.\par

Dick could stand no more of it, and he stepped in
front of the black man, crying:\par

“Hold! This is too much! Tell me, Ras al Had,
what he confessed, but do not carry this thing further!”\par

A strange look of mingled surprise and rage at this
interference settled on the face of the old Arab. He
opened his lips to speak, but at this moment the man
on the ground groaned and mumbled a few broken
words.\par

Instantly Ras al Had bent over the wretch, holding
the light so it fell on the man’s face. The traitor’s
head had dropped over to one side, his lips were open,
showing his gleaming teeth, while his eyes glittered
glassily.\par

The sheik poked a finger at those wide-open, glittering
eyes. They did not blink. Then Ras al Had
rose and said very quietly:\par

“It is too late. He will speak no more. He is
dead.”\par

Dick felt ill, and hurried out of the shed into the
open air.\par

The old sheik followed.\par

“Although he is dead,” he said, “I can tell you what
he confessed. The name of the crooked old Turk
who paid them to attack you and carry the maiden
away is Abu Hammed. Hammed is in the employ
of Hafsa Pasha. The girl is to be kept somewhere
until the excitement dies down, and then she will be
added to Hafsa Pasha’s harem. He thinks that by
that time he can win her over so she will be willing
and glad to live a life of ease in the harem.”\par

“If you had only learned where they took her——”\par

“Wait. I told you of my friend who just arrived
in Damascus with many beautiful girls, one of which
he has brought for Hafsa Pasha.”\par

“Yes.”\par

“Hafsa Pasha will visit the house where those girls
are to-night. I have not forgotten the fate of my
brother far away in Persia. Some day my sword
shall drink the blood of Hafsa Pasha; but first I would
find a way to compel him to tell where the maid you
seek is hidden.”\par

“Wait!” cried Dick, struck by a sudden idea. “It
might be done! I believe it can be! It’s worth
trying!”\par

“Of what do you speak?”\par

“I have a plan.”\par

“Unfold it.”\par

“Can’t you get me into the house where those girls
are?”\par

“Of what good would that be?”\par

“I’ll go disguised as a girl.”\par

“A girl?”\par

“Yes.”\par

“But——”\par

“It will not be the first time I have made up as a
girl, and they say I make a pretty girl, too. If you
know where I can get the outfit, I’ll make up as a
girl and go there. Can’t you arrange it so I’ll fall beneath
the notice of Hafsa Pasha? If his attention is
called to me I’ll do my part.”\par

“What will you do?”\par

“I’ll fool him. I’ll get him to buy me and take me
to his harem. I’ll win his confidence and find out
where Nadia is hidden.”\par

“It is a desperate venture.”\par

“But I’ll play my part, depend on it. Wait until
you see me made up as a girl. If you are not satisfied
then you may refuse to go on with the scheme.”\par

The old Arab seemed to catch some of the boy’s
enthusiasm.\par

“Very well,” he said. “If it costs you your life, I
cannot feel that I am to bear the blame. It is your
plan. I’ll take you without delay to a place where
you may dress and prepare for the deception. But
you shall have assistants, hairdressers, dressmakers,
anything you need to make your disguise perfect.”\par

Ras al Had then spoke to Assouan, giving him some
directions in regard to the dead man in the shed.\par

Dick followed his strange companion through a
number of crooked streets. Finally they reached the
door of a house, to which they were admitted on
knocking.\par

The sheik conferred with a gnarled and crooked old
Jew, explaining that he wished the boy to be dressed
and made up like a girl. The old Jew seemed puzzled
and surprised, but agreed, for a price, to attempt
the transformation.\par

Time was passing, and the sheik did not haggle.
He simply insisted that the job should be thoroughly
done, and the boy should be made up as carefully and
tastily as if he were in truth a girl.\par

Then he left Dick in the old Jew’s hands, saying he
would hasten to complete the necessary arrangements
and then return for the transformed boy.\par

Less than an hour later the aged sheik again knocked
at the Jew’s door and was admitted. He was informed
that the boy would soon be ready to accompany
him, but that he would have to wait a few
minutes while the finishing touches of the disguise
were being put on.\par

The Jew asked him if he had any objections to waiting
in a room with a young lady customer, and Ras
al Had soon found himself in a small apartment, in
a corner of which sat a girl in street costume. Apparently
she was a foreigner, for her flesh was dazzlingly
fair, and her clothes, from the beautiful hat on
her head to the high-heeled boots on her feet, had a
distinct Parisian touch.\par

The sheik remained standing, quite aware that the
girl was surveying him with evident interest or curiosity.
His one glance had shown him that she was
unusually handsome, with dark hair and eyes.\par

Finally she heaved a sigh and moved impatiently.\par

“Dear me!” she said, in perfect English. “This is
very tiresome. I’ve waited nearly an hour. Won’t
you sit down, sir?”\par

Ras al Had bowed very low and took a seat upon
the floor.\par

“How funny!” laughed the girl, with a fetching
little shrug of her shoulders. “All you dark gentlemen
decline to sit on chairs. You always sit on the
floor or the ground, and cross your legs.”\par

Again he bowed, without speaking.\par

“Don’t you understand English?”\par

“Very well, madam.”\par

“I’m no madam; I’m a miss. I’m looking for a
husband. I don’t suppose you know where I can find
a man with plenty of rocks? I’m out for the coin.”\par

The Arab glanced at her keenly, wondering if she
could be in earnest.\par

She fluttered her fan and smiled over the top of it
with a bewitching look.\par

“You’re not much of a talker, are you?” she went
on. “Well, never mind. American girls can speak
for themselves, and the men, too.”\par

“Are you from America, miss?”\par

“Sure thing. I’m from Cleveland, Ohio. Really,
I started out to travel round the world, writing newspaper
letters for the home papers; but all the papers
have cut me off, and I’m stranded. I don’t care about
going back home, for I made up my mind to catch
a rich husband on the trip. Now, if you could put
me next with some old gazabo who has lots of the
needful, and I succeeded in raking him in, I’d willingly
make it worth your while.”\par

Ras al Had drew a deep breath of wonderment. Although
he did not fully understand her, he comprehended
that this was one of the free-and-easy young
ladies of the Western world of whom he had heard.
She was young and bewitching in appearance, but her
manner of talk seemed to betray a knowledge of the
world one would not suspect her to possess.\par

The sheik shook his head.\par

“I can give you no assistance,” he declared.\par

She laughed and sprang up, crossing the floor toward
him.\par

He rose hastily.\par

“I don’t believe you know me,” said the girl. “We
have met before, and I am sure, as a special favor,
you will aid me in capturing a rich husband.”\par

He retreated before her, but she followed him up,
and actually pinned him in a corner.\par

“Come, now!” she cried, with a dazzling smile that
showed her perfect teeth; “you can’t get out of it.
I’m not particular, and I’ll marry almost anybody with
the dust. I’d even marry Hafsa Pasha, and you can
fix that up for me.”\par

He protested that it was impossible, and his manner
caused the girl to laugh still more heartily.\par

“How do I look?” she asked. “Is this get-up all
right?”\par

“Indeed, you should have no trouble in getting a
rich husband,” said the sheik.\par

“Then take me to the house of your friend, where I
am to meet Hafsa Pasha.”\par

“You—you——”\par

“I am the boy you brought here to be changed into
a girl.”\par

“Allah have mercy! Impossible!”\par

The “girl” was in truth Dick Merriwell, and he
laughed heartily over the amazement of the old Arab.
Even then Ras al Had seemed to doubt his senses; but
the Jew came in, grinning and rubbing his hands together,
and stood waiting for his price.\par

“Wonderful!” murmured the sheik. “Why, you
play the part so well that any man might be deceived.
It is worth the money, Abraham. Now I believe you
will succeed, boy, in your daring scheme. But I shall
try to be near you, for you may suddenly need the aid
of my arm and my sword.”\par

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CHAPTER XV—PURCHASING A HUMAN BEING}

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In a large room of many mirrors with frescoed ceilings
of bright colors, the floors covered with Turkish
rugs, and the place lavishly furnished in Oriental style,
were gathered seventeen girls of various races and
still more varying beauty. The cheeks of some were
dusky, while others were wonderfully fair. All were
attired in such fine clothes as seemed best to enhance
their good looks. They were taking their ease on
divans and couches, some of them smoking cigarettes,
some conversing, some remaining proudly apart from
the others.\par

These were the girls brought to Damascus by the
trader, and all were for sale, like so many cattle.\par

To this house came various wealthy men, who inspected
the girls critically, surveying them and taking
note of their charms, much after the manner of men
who purchase horses in open market. The old trader
was on hand to dilate on the attractions of each girl
and to listen to such offers as the gentlemen chose to
make.\par

In Damascus, as in many other parts of the Orient,
this was regarded as a legitimate business. To the
would-be purchasers and the old trader there was
nothing of a shameful nature in connection with it.
The girls thus sold would be taken to the various
homes of their purchasers, there to become legitimate
wives, after the custom of the country.\par

One girl, dressed in unusual taste, sat apart from
the others, seeming too proud to attempt to enter into
conversation with them. She was very pretty, and
many were the envious glances cast toward her by the
others.\par

She had lately been added to their number, and already
they were gossiping that she was an English
girl who found herself penniless in the country, and
was willing to become the wife of some rich man.\par

The old trader seemed to know he had secured a
prize in this girl, for the price he demanded for her
was so high that several visitors who had been attracted
by her and were willing to pay unusually well
to secure her, were compelled to content themselves
with others, although they all relinquished the hope
of purchasing her with expressions of regret.\par

Finally a man of dignified bearing and polished appearance
came sauntering into the room and paused,
glancing around in a careless manner.\par

The moment the old trader saw this man he hastened
to him, rubbing his hands and bowing very low.\par

“Welcome, most noble Pasha!” he exclaimed. “I
am sure I shall this night have the pleasure of beholding
thy pleasure. Never before has any man brought
to Damascus such a collection of feminine loveliness.
Verily they are pearls beyond price.”\par

“So I have heard, Bilmah,” was the answer. “Already
I have met two who have looked on your pearls,
and they informed me that you had here one that was
almost priceless in your estimation. My curiosity has
been greatly aroused. I would look on this English
maiden.”\par

“Oh, there are others equally beautiful,” the trader
hastened to declare—“many others. Look, yonder is
a fair Circassian. I bought her from her father, and
paid him——”\par

“Never mind her. I am not looking for a Circassian.
They weary me. I have traveled in the West,
and the women of those lands interest me. I would
see the English maiden.”\par

“But first thou shouldst see——”\par

“Not another one, old man! Show me the one I
wish to see.”\par

“But, great Pasha, it was understood between us
that I should bring thither for thee the fairest Circassian
I could discover——”\par

The visitor cut the old man short.\par

“You are wasting my time, old man. Unless you
show me at once the English maiden I will depart.”\par

The trader made a gesture of resignation.\par

“Come!” he said.\par

The visitor followed him until they paused before
the divan on which sat the girl who had attracted so
much attention and admiration.\par

“Behold her!” said Bilmah.\par

The girl glanced up shyly over her outspread fan,
giving the Turk a sidelong glance from her fine,
black eyes, in the depths of which there was a strange
light that fascinated him.\par

Hafsa Pasha bowed very low, his hand on his
heart.\par

“So this is the one whose charms I heard extolled
ere I crossed the threshold of this house?” he said.
“You are English, they tell me. It is most astonishing
to find an English girl here.”\par

“I suppose it is,” she answered, in a very low voice
that was full of strange music and gave him a decided
thrill.\par

He sat on the floor at her feet, rolling a cigarette.\par

“Tell me how it happens that you are here,” he
urged.\par

“I cannot,” she answered, in apparent great confusion.
“It is a tale of misfortune. Speak of something
else.”\par

“Are you aware what you are doing?”\par

“Fully.”\par

“Do you know that once you have entered the
harem of any man who may purchase you there can
be no backing out—no escape?”\par

“I have thought of it all.”\par

“And you will not be the only wife of the husband
who secures you.”\par

“I know.”\par

“Still, I cannot understand you. It is utterly unlike
one of your blood to do such a thing. There must be
a reason for it.”\par

“Of course there is. Perhaps I have a brother or a
friend who is in deep distress and needs money at
once. Perhaps I have arranged with the trader that
a certain portion of the price paid for me shall be sent
at once to this person. Does that not offer an explanation?”\par

Hafsa Pasha lighted his cigarette and eyed her attentively.\par

“I have been told that the price Bilmah demands is
exorbitant. Still, under certain circumstances you
might be worth it to me.”\par

“What are the circumstances?”\par

He shrugged his shoulders.\par

“If I purchase you you will be mine to do as I
command.”\par

“Of course.”\par

“Possibly I have somewhere another English-speaking
maiden who rebels against my authority and refuses
to bow unto me.”\par

“Another?” laughed the girl behind her fan. “You
must be fond of the English.”\par

“Were I to purchase you, I should expect you to
become without delay the companion of this other
girl. I should expect you to exert your influence upon
her to lead her to submit to her lot.”\par

“I see nothing very hard in that.”\par

“But she might tell you a woeful tale of an imaginary
wrong. She might seek to arouse your sympathy.
She might claim that she had been captured
and imprisoned against her will.”\par

“I am growing interested. If you can afford to
pay the price demanded for me, you must be a very
rich man.”\par

“I am far from poor.”\par

“You are kind to your wives?”\par

“I am gentleness itself.”\par

“They have every comfort and luxury in the home
you provide for them?”\par

“No woman can ask for more.”\par

“Then this girl should soon learn to be contented
and happy. She has some peculiar ideas in her head
just now, but she will get over them. If you purchase
me, I shall do everything in my power for her.”\par

“You Western women are remarkable. No woman
of the East would talk to me like this. I almost fear
you. I seem to feel that you possess a strange power
that our women know nothing of.”\par

Again she laughed.\par

“You’ll get used to me in time,” she said. “That
is, you will if you are not bluffing.”\par

“Bluffing? Perhaps I know what you mean, and
still——”\par

“I mean about paying the price Bilmah demands. I
have seen men who pretended they were ready and
willing to spend money when they had no thought of
doing so.”\par

“You shall see what I mean to do. Of course I
have a right to make the best bargain possible with
old Bilmah.”\par

“No; you must pay the price he demands. Whatever
you induce him to take off you keep from the
one to whom he is to send the money.”\par

“Do you trust him to forward it?”\par

“That is fixed. The one who got me in here will
see that Bilmah does not cheat.”\par

“Very well. Although as yet I have seen scarcely
more of your face than your eyes and forehead, yet
I am going to pay the price. Be ready to leave this
place directly. I shall have a carriage at the door in
less than ten minutes.”\par

Then Hafsa Pasha arose and sought the old trader.\par

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CHAPTER XVI—THE SWORD IS STAINED}

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Nadia Budthorne had wept until the fount of tears
seemed dry. She had beaten with her hands against
the heavy door of her prison room until her knuckles
streamed blood. She had shouted and screamed until
she sank exhausted to the floor.\par

How much time had passed she knew not. When
a tray of food was slipped into the room she had no
knowledge of the occurrence. She first saw it on the
floor near the door, but not a morsel did she touch.\par

She lay prone and helpless and despairing when a
rustling sound startled and aroused her. She rose
swiftly on one hand, and then a cry of astonishment
escaped her pale lips, for before her stood a beautiful
girl. Behind the stranger the door was silently
closing.\par

“Who—who—are—you?” asked Nadia hoarsely.\par

“Your friend,” was the answer, in a softly sympathetic
voice.\par

“Friend? You are a stranger.”\par

“Still I am your friend. Let me help you.”\par

“Your voice!” muttered Nadia. “It seems familiar,
somehow, and yet—I’ve never seen you before.”\par

The strange girl assisted Nadia to rise, and led her
to a couch. She was much larger than Nadia, and
seemed somewhat older.\par

“My poor child!” she murmured. “How you have
suffered!”\par

“Oh, how I have suffered!” moaned Nadia. “But
why are you here? I do not understand it. You—you
are English or American. You cannot be——”\par

“Hush! Do not speak so loud.”\par

“No one can hear us. I have screamed until I lost
my voice. These terrible walls smother all sounds.”\par

The strange girl was looking around searchingly.
Leaving Nadia, she made a quick circuit of the room,
searching the walls with her eyes. She paused to try
the door and then returned to the couch.\par

“Listen,” she whispered, lifting her finger warningly.
“Keep your nerve now. Do not utter a cry.
I am here to save you.”\par

Nadia showed her incredulity.\par

“To save me?” she whispered back. “How can that
be? Who are you?”\par

“One of your best friends.”\par

“I will not believe it! It is another trick!”\par

“It is no trick, as far as you are concerned. It may
be a trick on Hafsa Pasha.”\par

“Then he——”\par

“You are his captive.”\par

“I knew it! The monster! If my brother—if Brad
and Dick find this out he shall suffer!”\par

“If you promise to do just as I direct I will save
you from that man.”\par

“How can you? You are only a woman.”\par

“That’s what I appear to be.”\par

“You cannot be more than nineteen.”\par

“Younger than that,” was the reply. “Still I will
save you.”\par

“It’s impossible! They brought you here to deceive
me!”\par

“That’s correct. Old Hafsa did it himself, but he is
the one deceived. To-night he paid a handsome price
for me, with the idea of adding me to his harem. Oh,
I must laugh! I must! Where’s my handkerchief!
Let me smother the sound!”\par

The strange girl stuffed her handkerchief into her
mouth and laughed until her face was fairly purple.
Her whole body shook with merriment.\par

Nadia’s bewilderment increased.\par

“I don’t know why you laugh. It’s a fearful thing
to be imprisoned in a harem. Hafsa Pasha has bought
you, and you must submit to him. You must be a
faithful wife, imprisoned within a harem.”\par

“Oh, a fine old wife I’ll make!” chuckled the other.
“Oh, dear! It’s a mighty dangerous lark, but it’s
awful funny, just the same.”\par

Suddenly Nadia clutched her companion’s shoulder.\par

“Tell me who you are!” she commanded.\par

“All right. Keep your nerve. Don’t utter a sound.
Are you ready?”\par

Nadia nodded.\par

“I am Dick Merriwell.”\par

The girl almost fainted.\par

“Dick?” she gasped—“Dick? Impossible! Yet—yet
I believe you—you are! Why, how——”\par

“Can’t explain in full. Fooled old Hafsa. If Ras al
Had does not fail me we’ll have you out of this before
morning. If Hafsa only knew——”\par

A sound behind him caused Dick to turn and spring
up.\par

The door had opened to admit Hafsa Pasha himself,
and his face was contorted with rage. He glared at
Dick.\par

“So you did fool me, did you?” he snarled. “You
thought I could not hear your words, but there is a
place in this wall where a person listening outside
may hear and understand the softest whisper spoken
here. You deceived me, but it will cost you your
life!”\par

He drew a knife.\par

From some part of his clothes Dick Merriwell
whipped forth a heavy revolver, which he leveled at
the Turk’s heart.\par

“Halt right where you are!” he commanded clearly.
“Another step and I’ll drill a hole through your dastardly
heart! I came prepared for any emergency.”\par

Hafsa Pasha uttered a cry. It was answered somewhere
outside the room.\par

But at that moment there came from a distant portion
of the house the sound of heavy, crashing blows.\par

The Turk turned pale.\par

“What’s that?” he gasped.\par

“I have an idea it is Ras al Had,” said Dick. “Stop!
Stand in your tracks! Try to leave the room and I’ll
drop you!”\par

The noise ended in one great crash. Then came
the soft shuffle of many unbooted feet.\par

“Hither, sheik!” cried Dick.\par

There was a struggle outside, smothered cries, a fall.
Then Ras al Had, backed by several black men, together
with Brad Buckhart and Dunbar Budthorne,
appeared at the door.\par

“Still safe, boy?” said the old Arab. “I dared not
wait. I had located the maiden’s prison, and I sent
one of my servants to bring her friends from the hotel.
Then the carriage came, and I saw you enter, accompanied
by him. I feared longer delay would be
fatal for you. We broke down the door. It seems
that we entered just in time.”\par

Hafsa Pasha was yellow with rage.\par

“You old scum of the desert!” he cried. “You are
behind it all! It is your trick!”\par

“I have not forgotten the fate of my brother, Pasha.
His blood still cries aloud for vengeance.”\par

“I’ll send you to join him!”\par

The Turk had held the drawn knife hidden at his
side. Now he made a pantherish leap toward the
sheik and struck with the weapon.\par

Ras al Had threw up his arm. The blade was
driven through the muscles of the forearm, but with a
sweep the Arab sent Hafsa Pasha reeling.\par

At the same time he unsheathed his sword.\par

When the Turk recovered and sprang forward
again he was met by the sheik, who drove the keen
sword straight through Hafsa Pasha’s body.\par

Brad Buckhart had reached Nadia, and she fainted
in his arms.\par

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There was a great uproar in Damascus. Hafsa
Pasha, an exiled Turk, once a prime favorite of the
sultan, had been slain in a house within the city limits.\par

Rumors were flying thick. There were many wild
stories passing from lip to lip. It was said that some
foreigners had been concerned in the murder of the
Pasha.\par

The Moslems were aroused, and they cried out for
vengeance on the murderers. Some said that a young
and beautiful girl was connected with the affair. It
was said that she had tried to delude the Pasha and
rob him, and that in the end her friends, aided by a
number of Arabs, had slain him in the house to which
the girl decoyed him.\par

These stories aroused the followers of “the true
faith” to a high pitch of resentment against all “infidels”
in the city at that time. Foreign visitors were
warned against appearing on the streets, as they were
almost certain to be insulted, roughly treated, and possibly
slain.\par

The foreigners stopping at the German hotel were
greatly alarmed. Many of them were planning to get
out of the city as soon as possible. Some had heard
the early mutterings of the storm and departed on the
train for Beirut that day.\par

Professor Z. Gunn was in a state of great distress.
He found Dick Merriwell and Brad Buckhart in earnest
consultation in their room and seized each by an
arm, exclaiming:\par

“This is what it has come to! You can see! We’re
still in the sultan’s domain. There will be an uprising.
These fanatical Mohammedans will massacre
every Christian and foreigner they can find in the
place! I feel it coming. The streets of Damascus
will flow with blood before night!”\par

“You’re excited, professor,” said Dick.\par

“Excited!” squawked the old man, nearly losing
his false teeth and clapping his hand over his mouth
to keep them from popping out. “Ugh! Oogah-um!
Cluck! Who wouldn’t be excited? There is something
to get excited over. We’re almost certain to be
murdered!”\par

“I hardly think,” said Merriwell, “that the Turks
will carry it that far. We are citizens of the United
States, with passports in our pockets, and the sultan
would have trouble on his hands with Yankee Doodle
Land if his subjects were to murder us.”\par

“You bet your boots!” put in Buckhart.\par

“But the sultan isn’t here to stop it,” spluttered
Zenas. “The Turks are infuriated over the death of
Hafsa Pasha. They are urging on all Moslemites in
the city. None of them are counting on the consequences.
They’ll do the killing first and consider the
consequences afterward.”\par

“No one has been killed yet,” said Dick. “The
authorities are doing their best to hold the fanatics in
check.”\par

“By promising to apprehend and bring to justice
the murderers of Hafsa Pasha. Mind, they say murderers.
That means every one who was present when
the man was killed. I was right here last night when
Brad and Budthorne went away with those Arabs.
I’m not the only one who knows about that. You were
present, Richard, when Hafsa Pasha’s enemy slew
him. Brad was there, Budthorne was there. You’re
all concerned. You’re every one wanted as participants
in the crime.”\par

“It was vengeance,” said Dick. “Ras al Had, the
old sheik, slew Hafsa Pasha, and Hafsa Pasha years
ago sold Ras al Had’s brother into slavery. The sheik
found his brother dying in the desert, and he swore to
have vengeance on the treacherous Pasha when the
time came. Last night he carried out his oath and
then fled from the city.”\par

“That won’t clear you, boys,” asserted Professor
Gunn. “You were concerned in breaking into the
house where the Pasha was killed.”\par

“Sure we were,” nodded Brad Buckhart.\par

“I didn’t have to break in,” said Dick, with a twinkle
in his dark eyes.\par

“Oh, Richard,” said the professor, “that was a scandalous
thing! Hafsa Pasha was fooled into paying a
large sum for you.”\par

Buckhart grinned.\par

“He was going to add you to his harem, pard. Oh,
say! that was the richest thing ever! The boys will
die of laughter back at school when I tell them about
it.”\par

“Hem! haw! Haw! hem!” coughed the professor.
“It looks just now as if you’ll never get back to Fardale to tell anything. Drat it, boys, you don’t seem
to comprehend the terrible peril we’re in!”\par

“We comprehend it, all right,” asserted Dick; “but
we can’t see any sense in getting ratty over it. Hafsa
Pasha got exactly what was coming to him.”\par

“You bet he did!” nodded the Texan.\par

“The right or wrong of it makes no difference to
these fanatics,” said Zenas. “They won’t stop to ask
who was right and who was wrong. They’ll just go
ahead and chop up the foreigners. This hotel is
watched. The people in it have been warned against
leaving it. A few got away on the train, but the rest
of the people in the place are panic-stricken. They
realize the danger. The trouble with you two reckless
young rascals is that you do not realize the peril.
Somebody is going to confess that two persons left
this hotel in the night. They’ll trace the two. It
will be found out that you were present when the
Pasha was killed, and your lives will not be worth a
penny. Oh, it’s a—— Hark! What’s that?”\par

From the street outside came a peculiar, blood-chilling
sound. It was like the low snarling of many
voices, and it grew louder and louder until it became
a sullen, muttering roar.\par

The three rushed to the window and looked out.
What they saw caused the old professor to turn pale
and faint.\par

A great mob had gathered in front of the hotel, all
Turks or people of the Moslem faith, and others were
coming rapidly from many directions.\par

The crowd was armed with clubs, sticks, stones, and
so forth. A few flourished swords or other deadly
weapons.\par

They are crying out in their indignation against
the foreigners. A crooked, befezzed Turk was their
leader. At sight of him Dick Merriwell uttered an
exclamation.\par

“See that man?” he cried—“the one who is urging
the mob on?”\par

“I sure see the varmint,” nodded Buckhart.\par

“Well, he’s the old wretch who bribed Ras al Had’s
black men to betray Nadia and myself.”\par

“That dog, eh?” growled the Texan, taking something
from his pocket. “Well, I reckon I can just
about shoot a couple of holes through his big ears at
this distance.”\par

Professor Gunn uttered a squawk of terror and
clutched the wrist of the grim-faced boy from the
Panhandle country.\par

“You’re crazy, Bradley!” he gasped. “You’re
mad!”\par

“I admit the accusation,” said Buckhart. “I am
mad—a heap mad.”\par

“If you were to fire at that man it would precipitate
the destruction of this hotel and the murder of
every inmate!”\par

“The professor is right, Brad,” said Dick quietly.
“Put up your gun.”\par

“I’d certain like to——”\par

“Never mind that. Put up the weapon and bide
your time. You may be compelled to use it in self-defense before this day is over. Hear those creatures!”\par

The mob was howling:\par

“Death to the foreigners!”\par

“Kill the infidels!”\par

“Burn their hotel!”\par

“Destroy them! Destroy them!”\par

“Death to the unbelievers!”\par

Wildly waving his arms, the crooked old Turk
shrilly yelled:\par

“They have defiled our city and our temples! They
have basely murdered one of the true faith!”\par

“Ah-yah!” snarled the mob.\par

Then some one hurled a stone. There was a crash
of glass in the lower part of the hotel. A volley of
stones followed, smashing glass and raining against
the building in a shower.\par

“It begins to look pretty bad,” confessed Dick.\par

Dunbar Budthorne, followed by Nadia, came hurrying
into the room. Budthorne was agitated and his
sister was very pale.\par

“What is happening?” asked Dunbar.\par

“Take a look out of this window and you will see,”
answered Dick.\par

Nadia pressed forward to look, but drew back, shuddering.\par

Brad sought to reassure her.\par

“It’s only a lot of crazy fools,” he said. “Don’t be
frightened, Nadia.”\par

“But they are mad! They mean to destroy the
hotel and murder us all!”\par

“I don’t reckon the governor will permit that.”\par

“Can we do nothing?” asked Budthorne. “Can’t
we apply to the American consul?”\par

“We tried that yesterday when Nadia disappeared,”
reminded Dick, “and the American consul was out of
the city.”\par

“Then there is the British consul. Surely he will
act if we call on him.”\par

“I doubt if he has the power,” said Professor
Gunn. “We are in a terrible predicament. I fear the
horror of 1860 is about to be repeated.”\par

“What happened in 1860?” asked Dunbar.\par

“Six thousand unarmed and unoffending Christians
and foreigners were massacred in Damascus, and
nearly twice as many more outside the city, in
Syria.”\par

“Oh, dreadful!” gasped Nadia, growing faint and
being assisted to a chair by Buckhart. “What if it
happens again? Oh, I believe it is going to happen!”\par

At this juncture a fiercer outburst of noise rose
from the street, and again Dick Merriwell looked out
of the window, the others pressing close behind him.\par

It seemed that some one from the hotel had ventured
to step outside to address the crowd. Instantly
his words were drowned by howls, and shrieks, and
curses, while a shower of missiles drove him back to
shelter.\par

Then some one espied the little group in the upper
window and called attention to it. Instantly the crowd
began shouting insults at our friends and shaking
their fists at them.\par

“Take Nadia back from the window, Brad,” advised
Dick, in a low tone. “Keep her mind distracted as
much as possible from this.”\par

Again Buckhart conducted the girl to a chair.\par

“Better all get back,” said Professor Gunn. “We’re
just adding to their fury by standing in the window
and watching them.”\par

They moved back a little, but the mob continued to
rage and snarl, like a pack of infuriated wild animals.\par

“Was no one punished for the other massacre?”
asked Dick.\par

“The powers of Europe finally interfered,” answered
the professor. “The Turkish government was
compelled to punish some one, so Ahmad Pasha, the
governor, lost his head. That was about the extent
of the punishing.”\par

“Well the present governor ought to remember
Ahmad Pasha. If he isn’t careful he may lose his
head.”\par

The whole hotel was in a state of great excitement,
as Dick learned by stepping outside the room, and listening.
Women were weeping and wailing, while
white-faced men hurried hither and thither, up and
down, without seeming able to decide on anything.
He heard two men talking, and one was telling the
other that already the mob had murdered a man in
the open street.\par

“It’s pretty serious,” Dick decided. “Once let a
mob like that get a taste of blood, and there is no
telling where the affair will end. I fear this will be a
bloody day for Damascus. If they begin killing, the
odds are against any one of us escaping with his life.”\par

One of the men below was speaking again.\par

“They say this thing started over the unwarranted
murder of an exiled Pasha.”\par

“That’s the report, and I was told a few minutes
ago that the mob declares the murderers of the Pasha
are in this very hotel. That is why it has been singled
out as the first point of attack.”\par

“I’ve heard more than that,” declared the first
speaker. “I understand that the real cause of all this
trouble is an American girl, stopping here. She must
be an adventuress, for they say she got gay with the
Pasha who was murdered, and decoyed him to the
place where he was assassinated. I’ve seen the girl,
too.”\par

“You have?”\par

“Yes. She’s here in company with her brother.
Has been here several days. Day before yesterday
two boys and an old man joined them.”\par

“Oh, I’ve noticed that party. And they say this
girl caused all the trouble?”\par

“Yes. Some of the rest of the party were concerned
in the murder of the Pasha. The crowd outside is demanding
that this girl and her friends be given up. If
the proprietor will surrender them it is possible the rest
of us may escape with our lives.”\par

“Then we had better unite in urging him to give
that party up. It’s a case of self-preservation,
and——”\par

“I favor it myself.”\par

Dick had slipped quietly down the stairs, and now he
suddenly confronted the two men. His face was pale,
but his dark eyes flashed.\par

“I have a few words to say to you,” he said, his
voice low but clear and steady. “I don’t know where
you hail from, but I do know that you are two of the
most contemptible cowards it has ever been my bad
fortune to chance upon. No one but cowards would
think of surrendering an innocent and helpless girl
into the hands of a maddened and murderous mob,
like the one outside this hotel.”\par

Having expressed himself in this manner, the fearless
American lad stood squarely facing them both.\par

There was a hush.\par

Outside the mob was heard muttering sullenly.\par

The two men gazed at Dick in surprise. One was
a tall man, the other decidedly below medium height.\par

“Why—why——” gasped the short man, and then
choked, as if unable to find further words.\par

The tall man shook himself together.\par

“Look here, you insolent young puppy,” he exclaimed,
“how dare you come here and use such language
to us?”\par

“Yes,” put in the short man, with an attempt at
bluster, “how dare you?”\par

“I do not think there is much to fear from two
men who would deliberately talk of surrendering an
innocent girl into the hands of a murderous mob,” retorted
Merriwell.\par

“Innocent girl!” sneered the tall man.\par

“Yes, innocent! Be careful, sir! I’m only a boy,
but I know the girl, and another insulting slur from
your lips will be resented in a manner you will not
like.”\par

Both men were astonished.\par

“Why, I believe he would tackle us both!” muttered
the short man.\par

“You know the girl, do you?” said the tall one, overlooking
Dick’s threat, as if he did not consider it
worth noticing further. “And you claim she is innocent?”\par

“I happen to know.”\par

“Didn’t she decoy the Pasha to the house where
he was murdered?”\par

Dick’s lips curled.\par

“Instead of that, sir, she was seized while walking
on the street, her escort assaulted and knocked down,
and the ruffians imprisoned her in a house. Where
were you yesterday that you heard nothing of this?”\par

“We made a trip into the country outside the city,”
explained the little man.\par

“It happens that I was the one accompanying her
when she was seized and carried off,” added Dick.
“By chance this girl, who is perfectly innocent of
wrongdoing, fell beneath the notice of Hafsa Pasha,
a bad man, who resolved to add her to his harem. He
was baffled, and he deserved the fate he met. However,
none of our party had anything to do with that.
He was killed by an old enemy, whom he had bitterly
wronged. These are the facts, gentlemen. Now, in
order to save your fine necks you talk about turning
her over to that snarling pack of wolves at the door!
I am ashamed of you both!”\par

In spite of his youth he made them feel ashamed
of themselves.\par

“Oh, well, oh, well,” said the little man apologetically; “we didn’t understand, you know. If we
had——”\par

“But I don’t fancy being talked to in this manner
by a mere boy,” growled the other.\par

“I didn’t expect you would fancy it,” said Dick, with
continued boldness. “Lots of people do not fancy
being told the plain truth. Often it cuts to the quick.
If you wish to do what you can to save yourselves, be
prepared to fight for your lives if the mob breaks
in here, but do not talk of surrendering a girl to be
murdered by that pack of maddened beasts. On the
contrary, you should be ready to defend her with your
last drop of blood.”\par

Having scorched them in this manner, Dick turned
and remounted the stairs.\par

The tall man made a move as if to stop him, but
checked himself.\par

Barely had Dick disappeared when a figure advanced
quickly from the shadows at the rear of the hall and
spoke in a low tone to the two men.\par

“I beg your pardon,” said a soft voice, with a pronounced
accent that seemed to proclaim him either a
Spaniard or an Italian. “I happened to overhear a
part of your conversation with that boy. I know
him.”\par

The stranger was slim and dark, with a slight mustache,
which curled upward at the ends. He had coal-black
eyes, which were very restless and very piercing.
His hands were small and slim, almost womanish.\par

The two men looked at him in some surprise. As
they did not speak at once he went on hurriedly:\par

“It seems that I arrived in Damascus just in time to
get into this unfortunate trap, from which not one of
us may escape with our lives. I am just here. I would
I were elsewhere. I know that boy—know him most
exceedingly well. He is a thorough rascal. He was
compelled to leave England in a hurry to escape imprisonment
for robbery. He is a card sharp, although,
on account of his years, he does not, to strangers, seem
to be such. That is why he deceives the great number
of people with such perfect ease. In Italy he was
concerned with a very dangerous and desperate band
of criminals, and from that country he hurried with
much haste to avoid punishment. Since then he has
been wandering about in various lands, accompanied
by another boy and an old man, who are his accomplices.
They tell that the old man is the tutor and
guardian of the boys, but this I do assure you is a fabrication.”\par

“Well!” gasped the little man, in astonishment.\par

“Well!” exclaimed the tall man, bewildered.\par

“Gentlemen,” said the stranger, “I assure you that
I know perfectly well the complete truth of all I have
said. They are traveling under false names, having
somehow secured the passports of the parties they pretend
to be. The only thing of truth that I heard fall
from that boy’s lips as I listened was his statement
that the girl is innocent. She, however, with her
brother, who is not strong and may be easily influenced,
has fallen into the clutches of these three rascals.
Without doubt they sought to use the girl as a
tool to trap the Pasha who was murdered. I doubt not
that they led the Pasha to believe there would be no
trouble in case he seized the girl and made her an inmate of his harem. I believe it probable that they
secured a large sum of money from the Pasha—and
then they murdered him.\par

“Now, gentlemen, if, instead of giving up the girl
to the mob, you will get together, seize the real culprits,
tell the maddened people the truth, and surrender
them, you will be doing your duty, and nothing more.”\par

The listeners gasped again.\par

“Most amazing!” said the little man.\par

“Quite so,” agreed the tall man.\par

“Who are you?” questioned the first.\par

“Your name,” demanded the second.\par

The stranger made a graceful gesture.\par

“My name matters little to you. I will not speak it
at present. Those rascals are wholly unaware that I
am here. I do not care to have them discover it just
now. Listen! The mob clamors again. The doors
will be beaten down soon, and then nothing can save
us. If you know these people here, lose no time in informing
them of the real cause of this riot. Tell them
that the guilty ones are sheltered beneath this roof.
Propose to them that the three scoundrels be surrendered,
for it is better that three such common wretches
should be slain than that a whole hotel full of innocent
people should die.”\par

“Quite right!” exclaimed the small man.\par

“Perfectly right,” agreed the tall man.\par

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Dick returned to his friends.\par

“Where have you been, pard?” asked Buckhart.\par

“Just outside,” was the answer. “Wanted to see
what was going on in the hotel.”\par

“I opine the whole bunch is some frightened.”\par

“Without doubt. They have good reason to be—— Something
doing!”\par

This final exclamation was caused by the clear, ringing
sound of a bugle, coming from the streets below.\par

Dick rushed to the window, followed by the others.\par

Looking out, they saw a body of mounted soldiers
coming swiftly down a street leading to the front of
the hotel. They were riding at a gallop, the hoofs of
their horses clattering rhythmically. An officer with
drawn sword was leading them.\par

“The sultan’s soldiers!” exclaimed Dick. “At last
the governor has awakened. Without doubt he remembers
Ahmad Pasha, and he does not care about
losing his own head.”\par

“Oh, the soldiers are coming to drive the mob
away!” exclaimed Nadia, in relief.\par

“Perhaps so,” muttered Brad. “I sure hope so.”\par

“Why, is there any other reason why they should
come?”\par

“I don’t know.”\par

Deep down in his heart, however, the Texan feared
the troops were coming for quite another purpose. He
feared the ruling Pasha had ordered them to proceed
to the hotel and take possession of the ones suspected
as having had a hand in the killing of Hafsa Pasha.
If this were true, although the troops might keep them
from the vengeance of the mob, it was likely that in
the end they would be punished with death, or in some
other manner, as accomplices of the murderer.\par

Entertaining these thoughts, Brad watched with
the greatest anxiety the movements of the troop of soldiers.
He was relieved to some extent when the soldiers
charged into the mob, the officer in command
ordering the gathering to disperse.\par

Professor Gunn literally capered for joy.\par

“We’re saved! we’re saved!” he cried. “The governor
doesn’t dare permit another riot!”\par

Then the old man seemed to realize that he was
losing his dignity, whereupon he stopped dancing,
straightened up, threw out his thin chest, and thrust
one hand into the bosom of his coat.\par

“To tell you the truth, my friends,” he said, “I
have not been genuinely alarmed at any stage of the
affair, for my judgment told me the governor would
see fit to interfere before anything really serious happened.”\par

Dick laughed.\par

“My dear professor,” he said, “it is not possible you
fancy any of us thought you alarmed in the slightest.
We knew better than that. You are a man of iron
nerves.”\par

“Hum! haw!” coughed Zenas. “Perhaps not exactly
iron-nerved, but I flatter myself that I have unusal acumen and judgment, and therefore I knew the
affair would be checked in case the governor had time
to act before the mob succeeded in doing any real
damage.”\par

In the street below the soldiers were charging up
and down, scattering the crowd. The mob dispersed
with great reluctance, for it resembled a pack of hungry
wolves that had scented a feast.\par

The crooked old Turk even dared stand and defy
the cavalrymen, but finally the officer in charge chased
him off, belaboring him across the back with the flat
of his sword.\par

“You deserve something worse than that, you old
wolf!” muttered Dick.\par

Nadia was greatly relieved.\par

From the window they watched until the soldiers
had quite succeeded in dispersing the mob, and it began
to seem that the danger was over.\par

Then they discovered that the mounted men were
being divided into squads, and soon these squads began
to patrol the neighboring streets.\par

Dick again left the room, was gone fifteen or twenty
minutes, and returned with the information that the
officer had given orders that no one was to enter or
leave the hotel until further notice. The guests were
practically prisoners, and this seemed to indicate that
the danger was not over.\par

Nadia’s nerves were in a sad condition from the
strain and the relapse. Her brother conducted her to
her room. He then returned and, accompanied by the
professor, proceeded to interview the German proprietor
of the hotel.\par

Dick and Brad were left alone. The door was
standing slightly ajar.\par

“This business had been a plenty exciting, partner,”
said the Texan; “but I opine she’s practically over
now.”\par

“I don’t know about that,” said Dick, shaking his
head.\par

Buckhart was astonished by the grave manner of
his companion.\par

“Don’t know?” he cried. “Why, the mob has been
scattered and the soldiers are guarding the house.”\par

“Yes, the soldiers are guarding the house, and orders
have been given that no one shall leave it.”\par

“That is so none of the inmates shall fall into the
hands of the mob.”\par

“Is it?”\par

“Isn’t it?”\par

“I’m not sure. I would feel easier if I knew that
was the real reason why no one will be permitted to
leave.”\par

“Then you have an idea that there may be another
reason?”\par

“I have.”\par

“I don’t opine I just understand.”\par

“I’m afraid we are prisoners here, held until agents
of the governor can make an investigation and find
out who was present last night, when Hafsa Pasha
met his end.”\par

The Texan sprang up and stood in an attitude of
mingled surprise and consternation.\par

“Great tarantulas!” he exclaimed. “There may be
something in that!”\par

Dick nodded.\par

“There may be,” he said. “If there is——”\par

“You and I may be arrested and thrown into prison
any time.”\par

“Nadia, also.”\par

“Thunder! Dick, I’m afraid you’ve hit the truth.
What will happen if you are right?”\par

“We’ll find ourselves in a very nasty scrape; but it
will be hardest on Nadia. Think of the poor girl
thrown into——”\par

“I can’t think of it! I decline! Pard, we must
find a way to get her out of this scrape. If the
governor really sends officers here to investigate, we’ll
be pointed out, and then it will be too late. What can
we do?”\par

“We seem to be caught like rats in a trap,” admitted
Dick.\par

A low laugh sounded outside the door, which was
pushed open, and into the room softly stepped the dark
stranger who had spoken with the tall man and the
short man in the hall below.\par

“Yes, Dick Merriwell,” this fellow said, with malignant
satisfaction, “you are caught, and there is no way
for you to escape. When the officers come I shall take
great pleasure in pointing you out to them. The time
of my revenge and triumph has come at last.”\par

“Miguel Bunol!” cried Dick, in astonishment.\par

It was, in truth, the young Spaniard who had once
attended school at Fardale—the fellow who had caused
the Budthornes so much trouble in England and Scotland.\par

Since leaving Italy Dunbar and his sister had taken
precautions to throw Bunol off their trail, in case the
venomous rascal persisted in seeking to follow them.
Their success had led them to believe they would see
no more of him.\par

But in some manner Bunol had traced them to Damascus
and overtaken them there.\par

Dick’s eyes glittered as they fell on the fellow, while
every muscle in Buckhart’s body seemed to become
taut, and the Texan crouched a little, like a person
ready to make a leap.\par

Bunol closed the door and placed his back against
it, facing the two boys he hated. He stood there, surveying
them insolently, deep satisfaction in his face
and bearing. His manner seemed to say: “I am master
of the situation at last, and now I propose to crush
you.”\par

“Woof!” finally burst from Buckhart, like the snort
of a startled wild beast. “It sure is that same onery
coyote, partner!”\par

“It would be well for you if you restrained your
tongues and called no hard names,” said Bunol.\par

“The varmint is plenty bold, Dick,” said Brad.\par

Merriwell recovered command of himself, and he
seemed quite calm and undisturbed, although inwardly
a tempest was raging.\par

“So you have followed us here, Mig Bunol?” he
said.\par

“As you see,” retorted the Spaniard, “I am here.
You thought yourselves very clever, but you could not
fool me for long.”\par

“We certain fooled you a plenty for a while,” muttered
Buckhart.\par

“What do you think you can accomplish by chasing
us round the world?” questioned Dick. “Thus far
you have met with nothing but failure.”\par

“My time of triumph has now come. Up to this
day fortune has favored you. Now it has turned
against you.”\par

Bunol showed his white teeth in a pantherish grin,
that caused the sharp ends of his tiny, pointed mustache
to curl upward more than usual.\par

“Do you think so?”\par

“I know it.”\par

“How do you know it?”\par

“You are in a trap from which there is no escape.”\par

“You mean——”\par

“You were concerned in the murder of Hafsa
Pasha.”\par

“We were not!”\par

“You were present when he was killed, and that is
enough. Oh, I knew it before I stood outside this
door and listened to your talk just now.”\par

“Eavesdropper!” snarled Buckhart.\par

“Rage and growl!” laughed the Spaniard. “Little
good it will do you! You are like the wolf that snaps
with its teeth at the steel trap into which it has
stepped. I heard you talking, but it told me nothing
new. I will tell you something. You have made the
right guess about the soldiers. They are guarding
this house in order that you may not escape until the
Pasha causes your arrest. That will not be long. The
proper officers will come very soon. Then I shall
point you out to them. Once you have been arrested
for that crime no power on earth can save you from
being beheaded. How like you the prospect, my insolent
American friends?”\par

“So you propose to help the Turks in taking us?”
questioned Dick.\par

“I shall help them by pointing you out. In return,
I hope I may secure the privilege of being present
when you are beheaded. It will give me great joy to
stand near and watch the executioner shave off your
heads. Ha, ha, ha!”\par

Buckhart’s strong fingers closed in an intense grip
that made his fists like two knobby iron balls.\par

“Mebbe you won’t be in condition to do any talking
when the officers come,” muttered the Texan.\par

“Oh, I am watching you,” declared Bunol. “I have
a pistol ready for use. If you force me, no hesitation
will I have in using it.”\par

“Why did you come here?” asked Dick. “Why
didn’t you hasten to send information to the governor?”\par

“Because that was not necessary, and I came here to
enjoy the pleasure of witnessing your disturbance in
the face of certain death.”\par

“You came to gloat over us?”\par

“Have it so, if it pleases you. Why shouldn’t I?
Many times you have gloated over me.”\par

“Never! Never yet have I gloated over a fallen
enemy.”\par

“But you have been triumphant, and I have suffered
defeat.”\par

“Which you deserved, for you are a scheming snake
in the grass!”\par

“You say so, but you are not my judge. Many
times have you brought disgrace and shame upon me,
until I have come to hate you with a burning hatred.
But for you, Nadia Budthorne would now be my wife.”\par

“And such a fate would be more terrible than death
for any refined girl. When the officers come, you will
denounce her if you denounce us. You cannot help
it, for it is said that a girl was concerned in the affair
that ended with the death of Hafsa Pasha. Are you
wretch enough to send Nadia to her death?”\par

Bunol shrugged his shoulders.\par

“Perhaps if she were to swear to marry me——”\par

“Which she’ll never do, you dog!” panted Buckhart.\par

“Oh, is it you who think you will secure her, you
uncouth creature from a land of savages!” cried Bunol.
“Bah! It’s a pity you cannot see yourself as you are,
hulking, awkward, dull-faced, slow-witted, unpolished,
swaggering, conceited—a worthy product of that raw
portion of your miserable country called the West.
You Americans of the East are more than enough bad;
but those who come from the West are sickening to
one of culture and refinement.”\par

Buckhart took a step toward the insulting speaker,
but Bunol whipped out a pistol.\par

“Stay!” he hissed. “One more step will be the last
you will ever make!”\par

At Dick’s elbow was a writing desk, on which lay a
heavy metal paper weight.\par

While Bunol’s attention was given almost wholly
to Brad, Merriwell’s fingers closed quickly on the
paper weight. Suddenly, with a motion that was amazingly
rapid, he lifted his hand and launched the paper
weight at the Spaniard.\par

Bunol attempted to dodge, having seen the sudden
jerking movement of Merriwell’s arm.\par

He was a second too slow.\par

The paper weight struck him squarely between the
eyes, and he dropped unconscious to the floor.\par

Like a panther, Dick crossed the floor in one great
bound and fell on Bunol, his fingers closing on the fellow’s
windpipe.\par

Breathing hoarsely, Buckhart was on hand to render
assistance.\par

“Great work, pard!” complimented the excited
Texan. “He had me under his gun, and I couldn’t
do a thing.”\par

He picked up Bunol’s pistol, which had dropped
from the fellow’s fingers.\par

“This may add to our armament,” he observed.
“We’re likely to need all the guns we can handle pretty
soon.”\par

Dick had discovered by this time that there was no
need to choke the Spaniard, for the paper weight had
fixed the fellow so he would offer no resistance.\par

“Bring me the rope we found in the wardrobe yonder,
Brad,” directed Merriwell, “and bring it quickly.
We must tie this fellow up good and solid before he
recovers.”\par

The other boy hastened to bring the rope.\par

“Looks like somebody used this for a trunk strap,”
he observed. “Lucky they left it in the wardrobe.”\par

Dick directed Brad to cut the rope into pieces of certain
length, and with these pieces he proceeded to tie
Bunol in such a manner that it would be difficult for
the fellow to do much more than wiggle a toe on recovering
consciousness.\par

“He’ll be liable to howl some when he comes round,”
observed Brad.\par

“Not when I have finished with him,” asserted Dick.
“Hand me that clothes brush.”\par

Buckhart did so.\par

Dick took the brush across his knee and broke off
the handle in a twinkling. Then, with the aid of his
comrade’s knife, he soon fixed the handle so it would
serve as a gag, and this he fastened between the teeth
of the Spaniard.\par

As he was completing this task, Dick saw that
Bunol was coming round. The fellow’s breast heaved,
he opened his eyes, and for the time being he seemed
completely bewildered and at a loss to understand what
had happened.\par

“Now, what will we do with him, pard?” questioned
Brad.\par

“We’ll chuck him into that closet,” decided Dick, at
once.\par

A step sounded outside the door.\par

Instantly Brad leaped to the door and set his
shoulder against it.\par

“Go on, Dick!” he palpitated. “Get Mig out of the
way somehow, while I hold the door.”\par

Merriwell stooped to lift his enemy. As he did so
his eyes met those of Bunol, and in the dark orbs of
the helpless Spaniard he saw a murderous look of
hatred.\par

On Bunol’s forehead there was a swelling, but otherwise
he seemed unharmed.\par

Dick had been compelled to jerk the paper weight at
the fellow with a quick, snapping movement. Had he
thrown the thing with all his strength the rascal’s skull
might have been fractured.\par

Unheeding the venom in Bunol’s glance, Dick lifted
the fellow’s limp body and carried him quickly across
the room, thrusting him into the small closet. He
placed the helpless wretch in a sitting position on the
floor, with his knees curled up to his chin, and then
closed the closet door.\par

Some one was rapping on the door Brad was holding.\par

“Let them in,” directed Dick coolly.\par

Buckhart stepped away from the door.\par

Professor Gunn entered, followed by a huge black
man, wearing immense brass rings in his ears.\par

“This man wants to speak with you, Richard,” said
the old pedagogue. “He has a message for you.”\par

Dick was very much surprised.\par

“A message for me?” he said. “Who from?”\par

“You should know,” said the black man, in astonishingly
good English. “Look at me. We have met.”\par

“Why, it’s Assouan!” cried Merriwell.\par

“I am Assouan,” bowed the black man.\par

“But here—what are you doing here? How did
you get here?”\par

“I came from my master, the great sheik.”\par

“But he is in flight. He——”\par

“He sent me.”\par

“Why?”\par

“I bring a message from him.”\par

“What is it?”\par

“He fears greatly that you will find yourself in great
peril here in Damascus, and that you may be slain.”\par

“His fears seem to be well-founded. Is that all the
message?”\par

“He commanded me to return to the city, seek you
and learn if you were indeed in danger.”\par

“I certainly appreciate the sheik’s thoughtful concern.
We are indeed in danger, and by the time you
can return, and so inform him, it will be too late for
him to render any assistance, should he be so inclined.”\par

“The noble sheik gave me instructions, in case I
should find you in peril. He bade me suggest that
you should attempt to escape from the city in disguise,
at which you are exceeding clever.”\par

“A great idea!” Merriwell exclaimed. “It might
be done.”\par

Then his face fell.\par

“But I am not the only one in danger, and I have no
disguise save that which I used last night. I might
make myself up like an English or American girl, but
little good it would do, for the mob is aroused against
foreigners, and a girl could not pass unmolested
through the streets. Besides that, how could I get out
of this hotel? The place is guarded.”\par

“As to that,” said Assouan, “I can show the way
to leave the hotel unobserved, even as I entered it.”\par

“You did have to come in, that’s a fact. How did
you pass the soldiers on guard?”\par

“There is a way. I know it.”\par

“And you can show us how to leave this place without
being stopped by the soldiers?”\par

“I can.”\par

“That’s a plenty interesting!” muttered Buckhart.\par

Professor Gunn was greatly excited.\par

“Then show us—show us!” he fluttered. “We’ll be
glad enough to get out.”\par

“It would do you no good as you now are, for you
would be compelled to appear on the open streets, and
the people of the city are greatly aroused against foreigners.
You would be attacked on the street. Better
the mercy of the soldiers than that of the mob.”\par

“Then you cannot help us, after all!”\par

“My instructions were to aid only the boy who restored
life to the noble sheik when he was struck by
the iron chariot of the infidels.”\par

“Well,” said Dick, “if Ras al Had fancied I would
desert my friends in order to save myself, he made a
mistake.”\par

“If you remain, you may be beheaded.”\par

“Unless there is some way for the whole of us to get
out, I shall remain and take my chances.”\par

Assouan regarded Dick with evident surprise.\par

“It is better that one should escape than that all
should be slain,” he declared.\par

“In order to escape, I would have to obtain some
complete disguise that would enable me to pass along
the streets of the city without molestation. How could
I thus disguise myself?”\par

“Abraham, the Jew, who did so once before, could
attend to that.”\par

“Abraham? But I could not go to his place of
business.”\par

“I could bring him here.”\par

Dick’s eyes began to shine.\par

“Can you do that, Assouan?” he asked.\par

“So I have said.”\par

“Wait a moment; let me consult with my friend.”\par

He drew Buckhart aside.\par

“Brad,” he said, “I have an idea.”\par

“Fire her at me, partner,” invited the Texan.\par

“If old Abraham can do the trick—if he can bring
disguises enough—why should not we all make up and
endeavor to get away before we are apprehended by
order of the governing Pasha? Old Abraham will
do almost anything for money. Let him bring disguises
for us, for the professor, and for Budthorne
and Nadia. He ought to know how to rig us up so we
can pass through the streets without bringing the
fanatics down on us. I’ll instruct Assouan to bring
the old Jew here in a hurry.”\par

“It’s worth trying, Dick. Anything to save Nadia!”\par

Merriwell turned to the black messenger.\par

“Is Abraham a man of education?” he asked.\par

“He has traveled,” was the answer.\par

“Do you know if he can read English?”\par

“I do not know, but it may be that he can.”\par

“Wait.”\par

Dick strode to the desk, seized a pad of paper and
a pencil and wrote rapidly. In a few moments he had
finished.\par

“What are you trying to do, Richard?” asked the
old professor, who had been nervously walking about
the room. “You have not sought my advice.”\par

“There is no time for that now, professor,” declared
the boy.\par

He thrust the folded paper into one of Assouan’s
huge hands.\par

“Carry that to Abraham without delay if you wish
to aid me,” he directed. “Let no other person see it.
Time is precious.”\par

The black man bowed low and hurried from the
room.\par

“It is possible that the preservation of our lives depends
on the success of this scheme,” said Dick. “I
wrote urging Abraham to come and bring disguises
for five of us, including one woman, explaining briefly
that we desired to escape by passing through the streets
of the city in open day.”\par

“No use! no use!” exclaimed Zenas hopelessly. “It
is the wild project of harebrained youth. We cannot
escape that way. If we try it, we’ll simply fall into
the hands of the enraged populace and be torn to
pieces.”\par

“Well, we’ll make the attempt if Abraham comes
and rigs us out for it,” said Dick decisively. “I hope
he’ll come. I know a message from Ras al Had will
influence him some, and on top of that I have promised
to pay him a liberal sum. If he disappoints us,
our fate will lie in the hands of the American consul,
and it’s likely he may be unable to do a thing for us.”\par

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In an astonishingly brief time Assouan returned,
with the old Jew at his heels.\par

Abraham was carrying a heavy bundle. He looked
rather pale and frightened.\par

“My tear poy,” he said, “vy haf you got yourself
indo such a pad scrape? If I hat known last nighdt
vat you vas intending to do, I would nefer hat anyt’ing
to do vit id. So helup me, I vos in dancher to
pe murtered vor id. If id vos voundt oudt I had somedings
to do vid disguisin’ you as a girl, and that you
dit vool der Pasha that vay, dey vould tear mine shop
down un drag me t’rough der streets. I haf peen in
terror off my life efer since I heardt vot had habbened.
I vould gif somedings handsome if you vos a t’ousandt
miles vrom Damascus this minute. Id vos to helup
you get avay that I came ven Assouan toldt me an’
gafe me your writings. I haf peen to Enklandt and
America, and I read your writings vell.”\par

“Then don’t lose time in talk,” said Dick; “but get
about the job of rigging us up. Fix us so we can
escape, and you will be in no danger of exposure.”\par

The boy realized that it was fear, more than anything
else, that had brought Abraham to them in this
time of trouble. The Jew believed that Dick, should
he be seized by the officers of the city, as an accomplice
in the murder of Hafsa Pasha, would then tell
how, disguised as a girl, he had deceived the Pasha.
He would be compelled to state where he obtained the
disguise, and that would turn the wrath of the enraged
Moslems against old Abraham.\par

“You said dere vas fife peoples to be disguised,” said
the Jew.\par

“Yes.”\par

“I see only t’ree.”\par

“Brad, call Budthorne and his sister.”\par

Dunbar and Nadia appeared in a few minutes, and
Dick explained his plan of escaping in disguise.\par

“Do you think it necessary?” asked Dunbar. “It
seems to me that we are safe now, for the soldiers are
guarding the hotel, and the mob is held in check.”\par

Then Dick was compelled to tell that the soldiers
were guarding the hotel while waiting for the governing
Pasha’s order to arrest the foreigners supposed to
be concerned in the murder of Hafsa Pasha.\par

“It is Nadia we must get out of here, first,” said
Dick. “You should be ready to take any risk to get
her away.”\par

When Budthorne was satisfied that Merriwell was
not mistaken he immediately urged his sister to permit
herself to be disguised and to follow the advice of the
clear-headed American lad.\par

Realizing her own frightful peril at last, the girl
willingly consented.\par

“It will pe easy to disguise her,” declared Abraham.\par

“Then,” said Dick, “lose no time in making her up.
Disguise Budthorne, also, and let Assouan conduct
them from the hotel while you are rigging the rest of
us up. He should be able to conduct them to some
place of safety and then return for us. Can you do
so, Assouan?”\par

The black man declared that he could.\par

The old Jew opened his pack and spread out his supply
of costumes. He swiftly prepared for work.\par

In truth, it was an easy matter to disguise Nadia.
Over her regular clothes he hastily fastened a loose
dress, like that worn by a Turkish woman of middle
class, placed a high fezlike cap on her head, and arranged
a heavy veil over her face below the eyes, the
brows and lashes of which he had touched up with
pencils, giving them the peculiar cast seen in those of
Moslem women.\par

All this was done so swiftly and so completely
changed Nadia that the watchers were astounded.\par

Abraham lost no time.\par

“Nexdt,” he called.\par

Dick pushed Budthorne forward.\par

Buckhart improved the opportunity to take charge
of the girl. They stepped outside the room, while
Abraham went to work on Dunbar without delay.\par

Excited people were still moving about in the hotel.
The sound of many voices came to the boy and girl.
Some one was at the foot of the stairs.\par

Brad urged Nadia into her own room, the door of
which was standing ajar. She grasped his hand and
drew him after her, whispering:\par

“I am terribly frightened now, Brad. Don’t leave
me alone.”\par

“All right,” said the Texan. “Don’t you be frightened.
We’re going to get you out of this scrape all
right. My pard has a long head on his shoulders.”\par

“Dick is a wonderful boy,” declared the girl.\par

Again Buckhart felt a thrill of jealousy, but he resolutely
thrust such a feeling from his heart.\par

“He’s a corker!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.
“See how quick he caught onto the plan of old Ras al
Had and turned it to the benefit of us all.”\par

They were in the room, but the door was still left
ajar.\par

“I know I’m a big blunderer beside Dick,” Buckhart
went on. “Of course you’re not to blame for liking
him best, Nadia. It’s only natural you should,
and——”\par

“But I don’t like him best,” she hastily cut in.\par

“You can’t help it.”\par

“You’re mistaken, Brad. I admire him for his
courage, his resourcefulness, his loyalty and all that;
but you are just as brave and just as loyal, and I—I
like you—even better.”\par

He caught her hand again and gave it a squeeze.\par

“I don’t see how that can be,” he muttered huskily.\par

“It’s true. You don’t think I would deceive you, do
you?”\par

“No, but——”\par

“But what?”\par

“I’m going to confess,” he said, almost defiantly.
“I know I made a fool of myself after we joined you
here in Damascus. I never felt that way before, and
I hope I never shall again. It’s an awful mean feeling.
I was jealous.”\par

“Jealous, Brad?”\par

“Yes, I was. First I was jealous because I thought
you had taken too much interest in Hafsa Pasha.
Then I was jealous of my pard, as I couldn’t see any
reason why you should care more for him than for
me. And through my fool actions I brought all this
trouble on us. If I had not gone off by myself, kind of
eating my heart out, and then ran away when you and
Dick saw me and tried to overtake me, you would
not have been lost in the streets, would not have enraged
the Moslems by entering one of their temples,
and would not have given Hafsa Pasha’s tools a
chance to seize and imprison you. Oh, I was all to
blame, and I know it. I’m a big——”\par

She placed a soft hand over his mouth.\par

“I won’t listen to such a defamation of the character
of my dearest friend!” she whispered.\par

He kissed her fingers.\par

“But it’s the truth,” he asserted. “I hope you’ll
forgive me and forget it, Nadia.”\par

“Why, you dear fellow, you talk as if you had
committed a crime!”\par

“I feel that way. If we get out of this scrape alive,
Nadia, I’ll try to prove to you that I’m not such a
fool as I seem. You see!”\par

“Oh, hush!”\par

“You see!” he repeated.\par

“But we may none of us escape. Isn’t it terrible! I
don’t like Dick’s plan for Dunbar and I to leave first.
I think we had better wait and all go together. If
we——”\par

She stopped, checked by a dull, muffled, murmuring
roar that seemed to come from the streets not far
away. The sound made her tremble.\par

“The mob has not dispersed!” she whispered. “It
has been driven away, but it is returning! I fear we’re
lost!”\par

He did his best to cheer her and give her courage.
Somehow she was overcome by a great weakness, and
suddenly he found her in his arms. The situation
thrilled him, and he held her tight, while he continued
to speak earnest words of reassurance.\par

A sound behind them startled them. Brad turned
his head, still holding Nadia.\par

A befezzed Turk had quietly entered the room. His
eyes seemed to glitter triumphantly. Lifting a hand
and pointing at them, he exclaimed:\par

“I have found you! I have come to take that girl
away!”\par

Nadia uttered a low cry of terror.\par

Swinging her onto his left arm, Buckhart suddenly
whipped out a pistol and covered the Turk.\par

“Stand back!” he growled. “Advance a step and
I’ll blow a hole through you!”\par

The man was startled and alarmed by this quick action
on the part of the Texan. He fell back,
exclaiming:\par

“Don’t shoot!”\par

“I certain shall,” said Buckhart, “if you move another
inch. Stand there and lift your dirty paws above
your head!”\par

The threatened man hastily put up his hands, at the
same time spluttering:\par

“Great Scott! You’re altogether too handy with
your pistol! Put it up, Brad! Don’t you know me?
I’m Budthorne!”\par

Nadia gave a start, straightened up a little, and
stared at the speaker.\par

“Dunbar,” she gasped; “Dunbar, is it you?”\par

“Of course it is,” was the answer. “I wanted to see
if my disguise was any good; but I didn’t care to
have Buckhart jab a pistol at me so promptly.”\par

“Great horn spoon!” muttered the Texan, recognizing
Budthorne’s voice and manner of speaking. “I
sure was fooled all right. Say, you certain look an
Allah worshiper to the life. If you ever get outside
of the hotel in that rig, you’ll be all right.”\par

Assouan now appeared.\par

“We should lose no time,” he said. “Abraham is
disguising the others. I must lead you to a place of
safety and return for them. The mob is again trying
to approach the hotel, and the soldiers do not seem
strong enough to hold them back much longer.”\par

“It doesn’t seem right for us to go until all are
ready,” said the girl. “I think we should not.”\par

Dick appeared now.\par

“You must go at once,” he insisted. “It is better
so. Were we all to attempt to pass through the streets
together it would add to the danger of being detected.
Abraham is disguising Professor Gunn. Assouan can
conduct Nadia. She will seem to be a Turkish woman
with an escort. Budthorne can follow at a little distance,
keeping them in sight. Assouan will return for
us the moment he has placed you where you will be
safe. By the time he gets back, we’ll be ready to
start. Do not hesitate, Nadia—go!”\par

“It is best, sister,” said her brother.\par

She grasped Brad’s hand once more and gave it a
pressure, looking into his eyes, which smiled at her
reassuringly, although his heart was heavy with dread.\par

“Come quickly, Brad,” she whispered. “I shall be
in mortal terror for you until I see you again.”\par

Assouan led the way downstairs, the brother and
sister following.\par

From a distance again came an outburst of sullen
muttering, like the growling of wild animals held in
check. The Moslem mob was growing impatient. The
streets in the vicinity of the hotel were choked. At
any moment the crowd might break from the control
of the soldiers.\par

“It certain puzzles me up a plenty to know how
Assouan is going to get them out of this building and
away from here,” said Brad, following Dick back into
the room where the old Jew was at work.\par

Already Abraham had transformed Professor Gunn
into an apparently dirty and ragged old Armenian. He
was putting on the finishing touches when the boys
entered.\par

“Waugh!” grunted Brad. “Is that Professor Zenas
Gunn, of Fardale Academy? Why, I feel a whole lot
like kicking that old beggar.”\par

“I know I’m a shameful sight,” moaned Gunn; “but
to save my life I have permitted myself to be changed
into a scarecrow.”\par

“Ven you get der street indo,” said the old Jew,
“it will pe vell vor you to keep your mouth still and
haf nothing to say. If you talk you vill betray yourseluf.
Now you vos done. I vill attend to der poys.”\par

Dick pushed Brad forward, and Abraham began on
him. With marvelous rapidity he turned the boy into
a young Greek. The work of the Jew was of the most
skillful sort, yet it was performed so rapidly that it
actually seemed careless and slipshod. The results
attained, however, spoke for themselves.\par

Dick’s trousers were turned up, his shoes stripped
off, coarse and dirty socks pulled on over those he
wore. He was given a pair of trousers which came to
his ankles, a long, loose, dirty blouse that fell to the
knees, a coarse, heavy pair of slipper-like shoes, and
finally a battered and soiled fez, with a tassle that hung
down over one ear. His face was bedaubed and
rubbed with grease paint until his complexion changed
to dirty yellow. The Jew touched his features here
and there with a pencil, and last the contour of his
nose was altered by a bit of nose putty. This seemed
to be an afterthought on the part of Abraham, but
it finished the effect and altered a handsome boy into
a slouching, disreputable-appearing young rascal, such
as Merriwell had noticed occasionally on the streets of
Damascus.\par

Outside the hotel there was a sudden great
shouting.\par

“Some one has arrived,” announced Brad, who had
ventured to peep from the window.\par

The tall form of Assouan appeared in the doorway.\par

“Hasten!” he exclaimed. “The Pasha’s officer has
come to take you! He is at the door.”\par

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“Too late!” groaned the professor, almost collapsing.
“I feared it!”\par

“Thank goodness Nadia got out of the trap!” muttered
Buckhart.\par

“If you do nod escape now id vas der death of
Abraham!” groaned the frightened Jew.\par

Dick sprang past Assouan and reached the door.
He looked out and then turned.\par

“What do you mean?” he demanded. “There is
no one here.”\par

“He is below,” said the black man. “Be quick!
There is still a small chance for you.”\par

“Come on, then!” exclaimed Brad.\par

But Dick saw the old professor had sunk down
weakly on the couch, and he leaped to the side of
Zenas.\par

“Come, professor!” he breathed, grasping the hand
of the unnerved man.\par

“Go!” gasped the old pedagogue weakly. “Save
yourself, if you can. Leave me. My strength is gone.
God bless you, Richard! If I am beheaded by these
fanatics, tell my wife—tell the boys——”\par

In spite of Professor Gunn’s lack of nerve, in spite
of the spells of trepidation which seized him, in spite
of his many weaknesses, the old man had won a warm
corner in Dick Merriwell’s heart, and Dick was not the
boy to desert in time of peril any one for whom he had
the slightest regard.\par

“I’ll not tell them anything!” he said grimly. “If
you do not brace up and attempt to escape, I’ll remain
here with you, and you know what that means. You
may not be harmed, for you were not present when
Hafsa Pasha was slain; but as surely as I fall into the
hands of the sultan’s officers, there will be very little
show for me. Unless you brace up now, you may
destroy me.”\par

Dick spoke in this manner thinking it might be the
best way to arouse the old man, and he made no mistake.\par

“I—I—I——” stammered the professor.\par

Brad urged them to hasten.\par

Suddenly Dick picked the professor up by main
strength and placed him on his feet. Supporting the
old man, he hurried him toward the door.\par

Assouan had grown impatient and seemed ready to
dart away. His eyes were rolling, showing the whites
in a manner that betokened the man’s nervousness and
increasing fear. He urged them not to waste another
moment.\par

Abraham was left praying in the room.\par

“Lead on,” said Dick.\par

Suddenly Professor Gunn displayed an astonishing
burst of energy. He broke from Dick and ran to
Assouan, imploring the messenger of the sheik to make
all haste.\par

Down the stairs sprang Assouan, and what seemed
to be a trembling old beggar kept close at his heels.
Buckhart came next, with Dick bringing up the rear.\par

At the foot of the stairs suddenly appeared a Turkish
officer with a drawn sword. He did not attempt
to stop Assouan, but lifted his sword and placed the
point against the breast of the disguised professor,
commanding him to halt.\par

At the same instant, it seemed, a human figure
fairly shot over the head and shoulders of Buckhart,
over the professor, and landed with full force on the
officer, hurling the latter to the floor.\par

It was Dick Merriwell, who had acted with lightning-like
swiftness.\par

The Turk was knocked senseless, and lay stretched
on the floor at the foot of the stairs, his sword beneath
him.\par

Dick leaped up.\par

“Come on, professor!” he hissed. “Come on, Brad!”\par

He caught hold of Gunn once more, and away they
went, finding it no simple matter to keep track of the
black man, who was now fleeing for his own life.\par

Other inmates of the hotel, all in great alarm, got
in their way, but were thrust aside. They rushed
through several rooms. Twice some one tried to stop
them. They stumbled down some dark steps. Doors
were flung open before them and slammed behind
them. Some curtains were thrust aside, disclosing
a dark passage. Into this they plunged. It brought
them quickly to other rooms and other doors that
yielded to the hand of the black leader. They were
bewildered, for none save Assouan knew whither they
were going. Their wild rush hither and thither seemed
aimless. At last, in a storeroom, where there were
boxes and bales and casks, the sheik’s messenger
thrust a bale aside and seized an iron ring that seemed
set in the floor. With a surge, he lifted a trapdoor,
beneath which was a place of utter darkness.\par

“Down!” he sibilated, pointing into the darkness.
“Down, and wait for me to follow!”\par

Brad dropped through recklessly and disappeared.
The professor followed, breathing a prayer.\par

Behind them there were cries and the sound of
many feet. Their flight had attracted attention. Several
persons were coming, and they might be Turkish
officers.\par

Dick slipped through the trap and dropped.\par

He fell on his hands and knees, and instantly realized
that, were he to stand erect, his head and shoulders
would protrude through the square opening
above.\par

He felt one of his companions at his side. He
looked up and saw the muscular black man again moving
the bale. Assouan sat with his legs dangling
through the opening. The trapdoor was leaning
against his shoulder. He reached over, grasped the
bale and pulled it against the door. Then, swiftly, yet
with deliberation, he slid down through the trap, permitting
the door to close, with the tipped bale settling
over it.\par

In the darkness, beneath, the four fugitives crouched
on the bare ground, hearing above their heads the
feet of their pursuers.\par

After a time the tread of feet and murmur of voices
ceased. Evidently their pursuers had departed baffled.\par

Then Assouan whispered directions to them, and,
one after the other, the black man leading, they crawled
many feet along what seemed to be a trenchlike passage
beneath the building.\par

Finally Assouan paused. He rose, and they saw a
gleam of light that came faintly through another square
opening. This dim light revealed their conductor opening
another trapdoor by lifting it. He stood erect, and
then sprang lightly up through the opening.\par

“Oh, Richard!” whispered Professor Gunn; “this is
a terrible experience! If we escape with our lives, I
shall always think of this day with unspeakable horror.”\par

Assouan was stooping over the opening, with his
hands outstretched. He directed them to rise and permit
him to assist them.\par

Dick urged the professor onward. The black man
grasped the hands of the old pedagogue and lifted him
through the trap.\par

Buckhart needed no assistance, nor did Dick, who
swiftly followed him.\par

Assouan closed the trapdoor behind him.\par

“Wherever are we?” inquired the Texan.\par

The black man explained that they were in a building
that stood on the opposite side of a narrow street
at the back of the German hotel.\par

They had actually crept through a passage that led
beneath this street.\par

This passage had been made years before, by the
former owner of the hotel, who feared a repetition of
the massacre of 1860, and wished a means of escaping
from the building in case it should be assailed by a
mob. It was doubtful if the present proprietor knew
of the existence of the passage.\par

The old sheik, Ras al Had, had chanced by accident
to discover the passage while storing goods in the
building into which it led from the hotel. At the
present time this building was used as a storehouse.
The room in which they found themselves was poorly
lighted. They were again amid boxes and bales of
goods.\par

Outside, between them and the hotel, they heard
the sound of many voices. The mob was there, but
the soldiers were still holding the crowd in check.\par

“My goodness!” murmured Professor Gunn. “It
seems to me that we’re still in a nasty scrape. We
haven’t escaped.”\par

Without a word, the black man led the way to another
part of the building. A heavy door faced them
in one dim corner. This door Assouan knew how to
open, but he paused and listened some moments before
unfastening it.\par

“When the door is opened,” he finally said, “step
quickly across and into a doorway directly opposite.”\par

They were ready. The door was opened, and, without
loss of time, they crossed a space of about three
feet between the two buildings and entered the doorway
spoken of by Assouan.\par

The black man followed them as soon as he had
closed the door after leaving the storehouse. They
found they had stepped into a room where, sitting
cross-legged on the floor, an old sandal maker was at
work. To their surprise, this old man, after looking
at them curiously, kept on about his labor without
speaking a word.\par

Assouan explained that the man was a mute.\par

The black man made some signs, which were answered by a single signal from the sandal maker. Then
Assouan again instructed his disguised companions to
follow him, pushed aside a curtain from a low doorway,
stooped and passed into an adjoining room.\par

This room was on the front of the house. The door
to the street stood wide open. A middle-aged Syrian
woman was working at a rude loom, weaving some sort
of goods. Two girls, one about thirteen and the other
eight or nine, were sorting and preparing the strands
used by the woman in her work.\par

The woman glanced at Assouan, but seemed to give
none of the others a look. Dick fancied an expression
of alarm swept over her face, but she continued stolidly
and steadily about her work.\par

The children stared at them until the woman spoke
in a low tone of command, seeming to rebuke them
for their rudeness, after which they resumed the work
of sorting and preparing the strands.\par

Assouan tossed a piece of silver before the woman,
but she kept at her work, without seeming to notice it.
Dick would have dropped more money, but the black
man restrained him with a gesture and a shake of the
head. They passed out upon the street, one at a time.\par

Assouan strode in advance. Professor Gunn, looking
like a ragged old Armenian, doddered along behind
him. Buckhart, as a respectable young Greek, kept
by himself, taking the opposite side of the street.
Dick imitated the shiftless, shuffling walk of the young
vagabonds of the city, thus making his assumed character
seem real, and followed them all at a little distance.\par

The street was well filled—almost crowded—with
excited people, who were talking of the murder of the
Pasha and the belief that those concerned in the murder
were trapped in the German hotel.\par

Although the people were speaking in various languages,
Dick understood something of what was being
said, and he realized that he was surrounded by Moslems.\par

Although Abraham had performed his work well,
he had made a mistake in disguising the old professor
as an Armenian. The Turks were aroused. Although
they were stirred up against foreigners, their hatred
for the Armenians was liable to burst forth any moment.\par

Thus it happened that a group of young men suddenly
stopped the disguised professor and began hustling
him about.\par

The old man said not a word, for he knew he would
betray himself if he opened his mouth.\par

Brad Buckhart paused and watched proceedings,
his hands clenched and his aspect indicating that he
was on the verge of pitching in and assisting Zenas.\par

Dick made a warning gesture, which Brad saw. He
also paused, but he looked on as if quite indifferent
to what was taking place.\par

Assouan had disappeared. Fully understanding the
terrible peril his companions were in, he had no desire
to become involved, and, therefore, he had hastened on.\par

Our friends were left to their fate in the streets of
Damascus.\par

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One of the mob struck the old professor in the face.
Instantly Dick started forward.\par

Then a most fortunate thing happened.\par

From the balcony of a near-by minaret a muezzin
sent forth the call to prayer:\par

“God is great. There is but one God. Mohammed
is the prophet of God. Prayer is better than sleep.
Come to prayer.”\par

Immediately a wonderful change came over the
crowd on the street. As one man, they lifted their
hands to their ears, the lobes of which they touched
with their thumbs, keeping their hands outspread, at
the same time beginning to repeat certain passages
from the Koran. This was the beginning of the Mohammedan
prayer.\par

The professor seemed forgotten. Dick realized instantly
that this was a time to be improved, for the
shortest prayer would require several minutes.\par

The call to prayer had come at a moment most fortunate
for Professor Gunn. Instantly Dick hurried
past the confused and trembling old man, hissing in
his ear:\par

“Follow me!”\par

All around them were the praying Mussulmans, but
not one of them put out a hand to stop the disguised
foreigners.\par

Brad followed after Dick and the professor, thus
acting as a sort of rear guard.\par

Once or twice Dick looked back to see if Zenas was
following. Terror had given the old man strength, and
he was not far from the boy’s heels.\par

Even when the devotees of Mohammed fell on their
knees and began beating their heads on the ground, the
fugitives continued to thread their way amid the half-prostrate
figures.\par

Dick did not know which way Assouan had gone,
but he did know it was best for them to get as far as
possible from the vicinity of the German hotel.\par

Of course, he hoped the black servant of Ras al Had
would again appear, but he did not linger to look
around for him.\par

They were fortunate in getting out of the thickest
of the crowd before the devotees had finished praying.\par

“That sure was a close call,” muttered Buckhart.
“I reckoned we were all goners.”\par

“Why didn’t you leave me, boys?” asked the professor.
“I was keeping silent to give you time to
escape.”\par

“What are you talking about?” demanded Dick resentfully.
“I hope you don’t think we’re that sort!”\par

“I hope so some myself!” growled the Texan.
“Where is that thundering nig—I mean colored gent?”\par

“He’s skipped,” said Dick.\par

“Hiked and left us to go it alone, eh?” nodded
the Texan. “Well, that’s a plenty fine!”\par

“We may find him,” suggested Zenas.\par

“Not likely,” said Dick. “I fancy he thought the
jig was up when he saw the crowd fall on you, as he
shook the dust of that locality off his feet.”\par

“That will leave us in a beautiful scrape; but we’re
outside that hotel,” said Brad. “It was a close call
there, for we barely succeeded in slipping through the
fingers of the Turks. How are we going to get out
of this dirty old city, Dick?”\par

“I can’t say,” confessed Merriwell.\par

“Talk about the wild and woolly West!” growled
Brad. “Why, since the days of Sam Houston and
Davy Crockett there never were such doings in Texas
as we’ve struck right here in this dried-up, outlandish
country. If I ever get back home to tell about these
doings, I won’t dare to tell, for they sure would lynch
me as a liar.”\par

“We’re talking too much,” said Dick. “We’re attracting
attention. Stop talking and keep moving.”\par

He led the way and they followed blindly.\par

Suddenly, as they turned from one street into another,
the most appalling medley of horrible sounds
burst upon their ears. It seemed that a hundred human
beings were being tortured in the most excruciating
manner, and were howling forth their dying agonies.
There were yells, screams, roars, and, amid it
all, a sort of muffled music, as of drums and other instruments.\par

“Great catamounts!” gasped Buckhart. “We’re up
against a whole tribe of Injuns at a scalp dance, or I’m
mistaken!”\par

Dick was startled and filled with wonderment.\par

“Listen!” he urged.\par

“Hu, ya Hu! Hu, ya Hu! Hu, ya Hu!”\par

These were the only words they could distinguish
amid that terrible howling.\par

The professor had been agitated, but now he was the
first to recover.\par

“That cry, ‘Hu, ya Hu,’ means ‘God, oh God,’” he
explained. “It is the cry of the howling dervishes.
Look—there is the open door of a temple, and the
sounds come from within. It is shortly after midday
prayer on Friday, which is the time for the howlers to
do their work.”\par

“Well, of all howling I ever heard, that sure is about
the most hair lifting,” declared Buckhart.\par

They were compelled to pass the open door of the
temple or turn back, and they decided to keep on.\par

As they slipped past, they obtained a peep within the
place. They saw a number of dancing, whirling, twisting,
writhing men within, apparently in a perfect frenzy—stamping
their feet on the floor and yelling madly,
their lips covered with foam and their eyes closed.
Others were stretched prone on the floor. Some were
sitting about beating on drums and playing queer instruments.\par

That was all they saw, for they dared not linger to
look into the place, had they so desired.\par

They had not proceeded much farther when Buckhart
stopped, a look of gloom in his eyes.\par

“Whatever are we going to do?” he inquired.\par

“We must get out of the city just as fast as we
can,” declared Gunn. “By this time it must be known
that we escaped from the hotel and how we escaped.”\par

“That’s a fact,” nodded Dick.\par

“But we can’t leave the city without Nadia and her
brother,” protested Brad. “We can’t leave them here
in this nest of crazy fools, to be butchered!”\par

“We must leave them to Assouan,” said Merriwell.
“I believe he will get them out of Damascus.”\par

“I don’t know about that—I doubt it! He skipped
in a hurry to save his own black head.”\par

“For which we cannot blame him greatly. What
have we done that he should risk his life as far as he
did for us?”\par

“Why, we sort of resuscitated his old master when
the whole bunch thought him killed.”\par

“And for that Ras al Had sent Assouan back into
Damascus, with instructions to aid us in escaping from
the city, if possible. Assouan stuck by us longer than
I thought he would. But after he left us it is probable
he hurried to Nadia and Budthorne and guided them
out of the city.”\par

“Mebbe so,” muttered Brad; “but I doubt it. I
shan’t be for hiking out until I feel sure Nadia’s not
waiting for us somewhere.”\par

“Unless we make all haste in escaping,” said the
professor, “we shall not escape at all.”\par

“Why not?”\par

“As I said before, by this time it must be known that
we escaped from the hotel in disguise.”\par

“Why?”\par

“Have you forgotten Miguel Bunol?” asked Dick.\par

“Thunder! I had forgotten him!”\par

“We left him in that closet.”\par

“Sure.”\par

“He must have been found ere this.”\par

“That’s right.”\par

“Although he was bound and gagged, he could hear
what was going on in that room.”\par

“Yes.”\par

“Well, you see, he knows how we were disguised.”\par

“Straight goods.”\par

“And he hates us with an undying and deadly hatred.
He will lose no time in telling the Turkish officers how
we escaped. The city will be scoured for us. Every
avenue of escape will be closed. Our disguise will be
worse than useless as soon as Bunol talks. We shall
be captured. Our heads will be chopped off as soon
as the Turks can attend to the job.”\par

“Pretty bad,” admitted Buckhart grimly; “but, all
the same, I hate to run for it, thinking all the while
that we may be leaving Nadia and Budthorne to be
murdered. Can’t we find them? Is there no way
to——”\par

“What show have we to find them by searching aimlessly
through the streets, Brad?” said Dick. “Assouan
hid them somewhere with a friend. Even the Turks
might not find them, but they could have no trouble in
finding us wandering about in the open streets. Be
sensible, old man.”\par

The Texan surrendered at last.\par

“All right, pard,” he said; “we’ll get out of the city,
but I’ll never forgive myself if any harm comes to
Nadia.”\par

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CHAPTER XXII—IN THE DESERT}

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Three days have passed, and it is morning on the
desert. The huge, golden sun rose over the edge of the
barren world, and its rays fell on a lonely camel train
that was already on the move.\par

The camels were loaded with merchandise from the
interior and bound for the port of Akka.\par

A noted Syrian merchant was in charge of the train.
There were other Syrians, but most of the camel drivers
were Arabs.\par

Mounted on one of the many camels were Dick
Merriwell and Brad Buckhart, minus their disguises
and wearing their own clothes.\par

Professor Gunn was swaying and rocking miserably
on the back of another camel, his companion being one
of the Syrians.\par

Brad Buckhart looked no less disconsolate than the
professor, while the expression on Dick Merriwell’s
face was not one of absolute satisfaction and contentment.\par

Brad was grumbling.\par

“Pard, I sure am a heap sore.”\par

“So am I,” admitted Dick. “Camel riding isn’t what
it’s cracked up to be. It is enough to make any one
sore.”\par

“I didn’t mean that I was sore in that way.”\par

“Didn’t you?”\par

“No. I’m thinking that we were fooled a plenty.”\par

“How do you mean?”\par

“By that old black wretch, Assouan.”\par

“Go on.”\par

“Haven’t you thought the same thing?”\par

“Perhaps so; but go ahead and tell me just what
you have thought.”\par

“Why, you know how Assouan met us at the city’s
gate just as we were escaping from Damascus.”\par

“I know.”\par

“He told us he had hustled Nadia and Budthorne
out of the town and sent them off on fleet horses,
guided by Gumar, to join Ras al Had’s train.”\par

“Correct.”\par

“And having but one good horse, which he was riding,
he could not provide for us and help us overtake
them.”\par

“So he said.”\par

“Having given us that game of talk, he induced us
to follow him and got us into this merchant train,
bound for Akka and the coast.”\par

“Which seems lucky for us——”\par

“Then,” cut in the Texan. “Now——”\par

“Well, at least, we escaped being seized and beheaded.
It is plain Assouan kept his promise when he
said he would try to put the Turks on a false scent,
and so give us a chance for our lives.”\par

Brad shook his head.\par

“Mebbe he did. Anyhow, he didn’t tell these people
who we were, and you happened to have money enough
on you to induce the old rascal at the head of the train
to take us along. He knew there was trouble in Damascus,
and that foreigners were in danger, but he
didn’t know the full truth. Had he, I opine he would
have dodged us a heap. I judge he’s getting some suspicious
of us now, and he wishes he hadn’t bothered
any with us, for all of the money.”\par

“He did act queerly last night,” admitted Dick.
“He tried to question me. I think he has been talking
with the professor and the professor has talked too
much. But, then, we are now some distance from
Damascus.”\par

“All the same, Dick, you know we won’t be safe until
we get out of this infernal country. But I don’t propose
to leave until I know what has become of Nadia.”\par

“Assouan promised to bring us together.”\par

“And I am beginning to believe he lied!”\par

“What?”\par

“I’m afraid the black rascal fooled us.”\par

“Why should he?”\par

“Why shouldn’t he? They’re none of them to be
trusted. Nadia is a beautiful girl.”\par

“Well?”\par

“In this country very beautiful girls are worth as
much as five thousand dollars each.”\par

Dick was startled.\par

“Oh, you’re wrong, Brad, in thinking Assouan
would play such a trick! He wouldn’t dare.”\par

“Why not?”\par

“Ras al Had is his master——”\par

“And Ras al Had is a fugitive himself. If caught,
he will lose his head for killing Hafsa Pasha. Assouan
may have feared the sheik before that happened, but
fear cannot keep Assouan loyal to Ras al Had now.”\par

Dick realized that this was true.\par

“And do you fancy Assouan would carry Nadia off
with the intention of selling her?”\par

“I fear it, partner, and that’s what’s disturbing me
a plenty.”\par

Dick thought for some moments on what had taken
place. Finally he shook his head decisively.\par

“I am not willing to believe that,” he declared.
“Somehow, I am confident that Assouan is faithful
as a dog to Ras al Had. He put himself to altogether
too much trouble about us, in case he were otherwise.
Even after getting Nadia and her brother out of Damascus,
he turned back to look for us.”\par

“But he deserted us in the street at a critical moment.”\par

“Because, as he frankly stated, he believed we were
lost, and he could do nothing to save us. Had he attempted
to do anything, he would have sacrificed himself
and left Nadia and Dunbar still helpless in the
trap.”\par

“Well, it may be he’s on the square; but it certain
seems to me he’s had time to keep his word and show
up with Nadia before this.”\par

At this moment there were signs of confusion in the
train. The camel drivers in advance halted and uttered
strange cries. Others took it up. Those cries produced
still greater confusion, which seemed like consternation.\par

“What is it?” asked Brad.\par

Dick shaded his eyes and peered away across the
broken waste of desert.\par

“Horsemen!” he exclaimed. “There is a large body
of mounted men coming toward us from the north.”\par

“Sure thing,” said the Texan, discerning them. “I
wonder if Assouan is going to make good at last!”\par

The horsemen came on rapidly, a tiny cloud of
dust rising behind them. Soon they were near enough
to enable the men of the camel train to discover an
interesting thing concerning them.\par

“Bedouins!” was the cry.\par

Both of the American boys had heard of those desert
wanderers and marauders, but now, for the first time,
they beheld genuine wild Bedouins at home.\par

The Syrians and Arabs of the train seemed in great
fear and consternation, for they saw the approaching
body of men outnumbered them, and it was impossible
to know the purpose of the wild horsemen.\par

The Bedouins wore loose, flowing garments and
hoods on their heads. They were all armed to the
teeth, as is the habit of the desert Bedouin.\par

Dick was thrilled by the picturesque spectacle. He
had seen pictures of Bedouin riders, and he was forced
to confess that he was not disappointed in the real
article.\par

The merchants huddled their loaded camels together
and waited in helpless suspense for what was to take
place.\par

Without waiting for his camel to kneel, Zenas Gunn
slid down to the ground, risking both neck and limb,
and fell sprawling. He gathered himself up and
rushed forward to Dick and Brad.\par

“We’re all going to be murdered!” he spluttered.
“Those wretches are going to kill us and plunder the
train!”\par

Dick forced the camel to kneel, after the manner
of camel drivers, a trick he had learned by observation.
Down went one end of the beast, flinging the
boys forward and forcing them to hold fast with all
their strength; then down went the other end, hurling
them back and snapping their teeth together.\par

After that they stepped off.\par

“It is useless to resist!” moaned the professor. “We
have no chance against those wretches! Oh, boys, this
is the end—the awful end!”\par

“You’ve lost your nerve again, professor,” said Dick.
“Brace up. Let’s not die until we have to.”\par

The Bedouins had halted at some distance. For a
moment they huddled together, and then out from the
mass of horsemen rode one, whose bearing was that of
a leader.\par

Alone and unattended, this man fearlessly rode toward
the train. Grasping his gun in the middle, he
lifted it high above his head with one hand, a signal
which the merchant at the head of the train seemed to
understand, for he slowly advanced to meet the wild
chief.\par

The chief was a handsome man at a distance, being
of unusual size and wearing the barbaric garments
and decorations of his people. He had a jet-black
beard, and there was something uncommon about his
features. The horse he bestrode was a clean-limbed,
fiery animal.\par

“If I had my camera now!” exclaimed Dick; “but
that camera by this time is in Alexandria, with the rest
of our baggage, which we sent on ahead of us.”\par

“I wonder what’s up,” muttered Brad. “The Syrians
are mightily disturbed.”\par

“Perhaps the Bedouins are going to demand tribute,
and the merchants do not wish to pay.”\par

“Is that a custom?”\par

“I don’t know; but it seems that those armed wanderers
could hold up a train like this and get everything
they asked.”\par

The chief was seen speaking with the merchant. In
a few moments the latter turned, saw Dick and his
friends, and called:\par

“Mr. Merriwell is wanted.”\par

“What’s that?” gasped Buckhart, in the greatest
amazement. “Did you hear it, pard? Did he say you
were wanted?”\par

“That’s what he said,” nodded Dick.\par

Professor Gunn began to shake and choke.\par

“Richard, oh, Richard!” he exclaimed huskily.
“These wild men have been sent to search the desert
for you and take you back to Damascus! You are
lost!”\par

“Great grizzlies!” burst from the Texan. “Is it possible
that can be correct?”\par

“It may be,” said Dick quietly.\par

“Well, don’t you surrender!” panted the Texan.
“I’ll back you up, pard. We’ll die with our boots on,
fighting to the last ditch! We’re both armed.”\par

“Alone, the two of us would stand no show against
those warriors of the desert,” said Dick. “However,
let’s not borrow trouble. Let’s find out if there really
is any trouble coming.”\par

Saying which, he boldly walked out.\par

The Bedouin chief gazed in silence at the advancing
boy, while the Syrian merchant hastened to say:\par

“Here is the lad for whom thou hast called, Ali
Beha. Take him and do thy will.”\par

Brad had followed Dick, while the old professor
timidly brought up the rear.\par

The men of the train watched in anxious silence.\par

Buckhart heard the words of the Syrians, and immediately
he plunged a hand into a pocket where his
revolver lay.\par

“There you have it, Dick!” he half snarled. “Now
you know what’s coming! Ready for business!”\par

Merriwell made a calm, restraining gesture.\par

“Steady, old man,” he flung over his shoulder.
“Let’s talk to Ali Beha and find out what he’s going
to do. That is the best plan. Then possibly we’ll raise
an objection. Better not be too hasty.”\par

Experience and the example of his brother Frank
had taught Dick to keep his head in times of peril.\par

As usual, Buckhart was ready to fight. For all of
the apparent peril, he was undaunted. Beyond question,
he was rash and reckless; but to his credit it must
be said that he was ready to surrender his life in defense
of his rights and his friend.\par

There was not one drop of cowardly blood in Brad’s
body. If, on account of his assumed bluster and
swagger, any one took him for a chap who would show
the white feather in a pinch, that person was certain
to be surprised and quite upset.\par

At school a few of the boys had fancied the Texan
to be a bluffer, but when they had attempted to “call
him,” he had given them, one and all, a setback by
“making good.” Physical injury in a fist fight had
never daunted him, and now, in the face of possible
death, he was just as nervy and indifferent to the
result.\par

Once on a time Dick Merriwell had been impulsive,
reckless and thoughtless, but he had learned to govern
himself and to consider the consequences of any act.
This had changed him greatly. Not that he had lost a
whit of courage, but courage is not mere reckless
thoughtlessness. The really brave man is the one who
considers the consequences, realizes the full extent of
the peril, and then calmly faces it.\par

It is possible that association with Brad, whom he
often found it necessary to restrain, had tended to make
Dick more conservative and careful, for he realized that
two reckless persons who spur each other on are certain
to commit many follies.\par

So Merriwell warned his chum against haste and
then turned to the chief of the Bedouins to talk the
matter over.\par

“You have called for me,” he said. “I am here.
What do you want?”\par

Ali Beha was still surveying the calm, clear-eyed
American lad with deep interest. He took his time
about answering Dick’s question.\par

“Thou art very young,” he finally observed.\par

“Which is not an answer to my question,” retorted
Dick.\par

“Thou art a mere boy.”\par

The Bedouin seemed disappointed.\par

“Acknowledged,” nodded Dick. “What does Ali
Beha want of a mere boy and a stranger in this land?”\par

“Thou hast friends near?”\par

“Two of them are with me.”\par

“But there are others?”\par

“Possibly.”\par

“They assisted thee in leaving Damascus?”\par

“Yes.”\par

“But they are not with thee now?”\par

“Do you come from them?” asked Dick quickly.\par

“It is even so,” declared the chief. “Thy friend
sent me.”\par

“You mean—— Name him!”\par

“I can speak no names. I am directed to bring thee
and thy companions.”\par

Dick turned to Brad, speaking in a low tone:\par

“He must be from Ras al Had. The old sheik sent
him for us.”\par

“I reckon you’re right, pard,” nodded the Texan, the
cloud having left his face. “At last we have heard
from Ras.”\par

Professor Gunn placed a still quivering hand on
Dick’s arm.\par

“Be cautious, Richard,” he warned. “I am afraid
of these wild men. It is said that they are very treacherous.
Better ask him openly if he comes from the
sheik.”\par

“He has said that he can call no names. It is evident
that Ras al Had has taken precautions. In case
he is captured and condemned for slaying Hafsa Pasha,
he does not wish to associate us with him in that business,
and so his name is not to be mentioned before
these Syrians.”\par

“You have figured it out, partner,” put in Buckhart.
“I opine we’ve had our little scare for nothing. The
sheik has sent for us in his own way, and we’ll be
liable to find Nadia and Budthorne by accompanying
the Bedouins.”\par

Ali Beha remained passive and apparently indifferent
while they were talking this matter over.\par

Dick turned once more to the chief.\par

“How far away are our friends?” he asked.\par

“Beyond the horizon,” was the answer.\par

“You will take us to them?”\par

The Bedouin bowed.\par

“I have come to do so,” he declared.\par

“That settles it,” laughed Buckhart. “I judge we’re
ready and willing to go.”\par

The prospect of soon joining Nadia filled the Texan
with enthusiasm and relief.\par

“All right,” said Dick. “We’ll soon be ready.”\par

He then turned to the Syrian merchant, whom he
thanked for such favors as they had received.\par

The merchant made a deprecatory gesture and declared
that it was nothing, which he well might have
done, considering the fact that he had been well paid
for those favors.\par

It did not take our friends long to make arrangements
for accompanying the waiting Bedouins.\par

The people of the train were greatly relieved, and
they lost no time in preparing to move onward once
more.\par

As Dick, Brad, and the professor followed Ali Beha,
they looked back and saw the head of the train already
in motion, with the camel drivers and their loaded
“ships of the desert” falling into line in regular order.\par

“I certain am plenty glad to abandon camel riding,”
grinned Brad. “I’d rather ride a pitching cayuse than
a hump-backed camel, for a bucker won’t buck forever,
while a camel does keep up that rocking, swaying,
back-breaking movement just as long as he travels.
I suppose one might get used to it in time, but I’d rather
be excused some.”\par

As they drew near the Bedouins they discovered that
the men who had seemed so picturesque at a distance
were unkempt and dirty, although none the less fierce
on close inspection.\par

These wild men regarded our friends with an air of
curious contempt. There was nothing of friendliness
in their manner.\par

Arrangements were quickly made for the boys and
the professor to mount behind three of the Bedouins.
Zenas was assisted to his seat behind a thin, dirty chap,
and told to cling fast to the man by clasping him
around the body. This the old pedagogue did, although
he made a wry face over it.\par

Dick could not wonder at Gunn’s repulsion, for he,
also, found himself mounted behind an unkempt rascal,
whose matted hair and beard looked as if it might
be infested, and who gave forth anything but an agreeable
odor.\par

When all were ready, the Bedouins uttered a yell,
and, with their chief in advance, went tearing across
the barren country.\par

That was a ride long to be remembered. Mile after
mile was covered at high speed by the spirited horses.
When the animals bearing double burdens showed signs
of flagging, the Bedouins halted and our friends
changed to other horses.\par

The sun grew hot and beat upon them with baking
fierceness. The air was dry and their throats parched.
The country became wilder and wilder. Once they saw
another camel train in the distance.\par

At last they entered a hilly region, where there was
more vegetation. Finally, from an elevation, they saw
before them a group of black tents, not far from
which, in a valley, were some herds.\par

Straight toward the square black tents rode the Bedouins.
As they approached a number of their own
people were seen waiting for them.\par

Buckhart was craning his neck and peering over the
shoulder of his companion on horseback, hoping to
obtain a glimpse of Nadia; but no female was to be
seen about the encampment.\par

With a yell the desert Nomads swept down to the
camp and leaped from their horses, which they immediately
turned over to the care of other men.\par

Professor Gunn was exhausted, and he reeled like an
intoxicated man as soon as he stood upon his feet.\par

Dick looked around searchingly. Ali Beha appeared
before him.\par

“Where are our friends?” impatiently asked the
boy.\par

“Peace,” said the chief. “Thou should not be impatient.
Before thou canst see them it is necessary that
thou shouldst be searched for hidden weapons.”\par

Merriwell took a step forward, assailed by sudden
forebodings and suspicions. He saw the fierce-looking men gathered close about them, each with
weapons ready for use.\par

Buckhart, also, was startled and aroused. He
pressed to Dick’s side, hissing:\par

“Something crooked, pard! I’m afraid we’re
trapped!”\par

“Why should we be disarmed?” demanded Dick.
“We are harmless and——”\par

“It is the rule,” said Ali Beha grimly. “No one
not of our people shall be permitted to carry arms while
among us. There can be no exception for thee.”\par

“It sure is a trap!” whispered the Texan. “If we
give up our arms, we’re goners!”\par

Dick thought swiftly, and he decided at once that
resistance was folly. Were they to attempt it, they
would be crushed, perhaps murdered, in a twinkling.\par

“We’re in your hands, Ali Beha,” he said. “We
have trusted you, and we must continue to do so.”\par

Immediately our friends were searched by the Bedouins
and deprived of their weapons.\par

Ali Beha stood with folded arms and watched.\par

The professor made no remonstrance, but on his face
there was a look of helpless despair that was pitiful to
see.\par

Buckhart was pale, his lips pressed together and his
jaw squared.\par

Dick’s dark eyes flashed and his nostrils dilated.
Although he submitted without another word of protest,
there were resentment and anger in his pose.\par

“It is well,” said the chief.\par

“Now, where are our friends?” cried Merriwell suddenly.
“We wish to see them. Have you deceived
us?”\par

“Thou shalt see that I have not. The friend who
sent for thee is in yonder tent. He is waiting to greet
thee. Enter.”\par

The chief made a sweeping gesture toward one of
the larger tents.\par

Both Dick and Brad started toward this tent, but
immediately the Texan was stopped, while the chief informed
him that he was not to enter.\par

“If there’s any trouble, pard,” said Buckhart, “just
raise the war cry. I’ll try to join you.”\par

Dick nodded and walked into the tent, the flap of
which he was compelled to lift.\par

A single person occupied the tent. He was sitting
on a mat at the rear, smoking a cigarette. His garments
were Turkish and there was a fez on his head.
About him there was something familiar.\par

A muttered exclamation of surprise rose to Dick’s
lips. Dropping the tent flap behind him, he stepped
quickly forward. As he did so the cigarette smoker
lifted his head, and young Merriwell was face to face
with Miguel Bunol!\par

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“You?” exclaimed Dick, in astonishment.\par

Bunol inhaled a deep whiff of smoke, permitted it to
escape in a thin, blue cloud, and smiled triumphantly.\par

“As you see,” he said insolently.\par

“Here?” gasped the American boy.\par

“Here,” nodded the Spaniard.\par

“I don’t understand it!”\par

“I didn’t think you would.”\par

Dick’s hands were clenched and his breast heaving.
He stood staring at his malignant and persistent enemy,
his heart overflowing with anger.\par

Bunol was languidly triumphant, his contemptuous
glance an irritating insult, his triumphant smile like a
stinging blur in the face of the duped lad.\par

“Fooled!” muttered Dick bitterly.\par

“Completely,” nodded Bunol.\par

He was enjoying his triumph to the fullest. He felt
that this was his hour, and he meant to make the most
of it.\par

It was a moment when a weak boy in Dick’s place
would have collapsed. Dick did not. Although astonished
and dismayed for the moment, he showed no sign
of weakness.\par

Bunol laughed harshly.\par

“You have pretty good nerves,” he admitted; “but
I think you do not yet understand the situation. Look,
Merriwell, you are in my power!”\par

“Where do you obtain the power?”\par

“I have it. You left me tied and gagged in
Damascus, while you made good your escape. Only
for the uproar in the hotel you would not have escaped.
I beat against that closet door, but no one heard me
for a very long time. I was in there hours. It seemed
days. I suffered. My jaws ached, I was suffocated, I
nearly perished. When they did find me and pull me
out the exhaustion so overcame me that I could not
talk. I tried to tell them how you had escaped, but
my senses fled. Not until the following morning could
I tell. Then it was too late.”\par

“Which was our good luck,” said Dick quietly.\par

“I had heard enough while in that closet to know
something of the course you might pursue. I resolved
to follow you. I found a Bedouin chief, Ali Beha, who
knew the country about for hundreds of miles. I paid
him well to aid me in finding you. He is chief over
many men, and all the country was scoured in search
of you. Finally we learned that you were with a camel
train bound to the south. Then we located the train.
Ali Beha went for you, while I waited here until he
should bring you to me. I knew you expected to hear
from the friends from whom you had become separated,
so I told him to say a friend had sent for you,
but to mention no names. You were fooled with ease
the greatest, and now I have you—I have you!”\par

Again Bunol laughed.\par

“You are surely the most persistent rascal in the
world,” said Dick.\par

“Perhaps so. Many times you have thought me
crushed, but each time I rose again.”\par

“You are sure to come to some bad end in time.”\par

“But you will not live to know about that.”\par

“I presume you mean to murder us?”\par

“Oh, not with my own hands! I would not take so
much trouble. But I shall see you suffer—I shall hear
you whimper and beg!”\par

“You think you will.”\par

“I know. I have bought these dirty Arabs, and they
are ready to do my bidding. I shall take great pleasure
in having you stripped and whipped until your back is
cut into ribbons. This before I bid you a last farewell
and return to look for Nadia Budthorne, who shall
become mine.”\par

“So that is the revenge you have planned. I
thought——”\par

“You thought—what? That I meant to have you
carried back to Damascus?”\par

“I fancied you might.”\par

“Ha, ha! You do not know me. I shall take no
chances that my revenge may miscarry. Were you
taken back to Damascus, you would appeal to the
American consul, and he might save you, for, though
you were present when Hafsa Pasha was slain, I know
you well enough to know you took no part in that. You
haven’t the blood in you to kill a man outright!”\par

The Spaniard uttered these final words with a sneer.\par

“Do you think so?” said Dick, and Bunol failed to
note the deadly gleam in the dark eyes of the trapped
boy.\par

“I know it,” nodded Miguel. “So I shall give you
no chance to escape. You shall meet a fate worse than
death. After I have seen you cut up with whips, I shall
leave you to that fate. Do you not suspect what it is?”\par

“No.”\par

“Then I will tell you. These Bedouins are men who
deal in slaves. You will be taken from Syria into
Arabia and sold as a slave to black men. There can
be no escape. You will become a beast of burden. All
day long you will labor like a camel beneath the scorching
sun of Arabia, driven by black men, who will beat
you when you falter. Your soft and tender hands will
become hardened and calloused. Your fine shoulders
will become stooped and your back bent. Your
rounded, muscular body will grow thin and emaciated.
But the distress of body that must suffer will not
compare with your distress of mind. Think of it!\par

“Think of yourself, a wretched and hopeless slave,
lost in the desert, weary and footsore, trying to sleep
at night, but haunted with dreams of your home far
across the ocean. You will dream of those days when
you were a leader at school; when you were triumphant
on the football field or the diamond; when you
were lifted on the shoulders of your shouting companions
and carried aloft in triumph. Then you will
’wake to realize your pitiful state and know that never
again can you look on the faces of those comrades and
friends, but that you must go on through the wretched
days of your wretched life, a thing to be beaten, scoffed
at, spit on, and perhaps finally cut to death with whips.
How like you the revenge I have planned? Isn’t it a
fine thing, indeed?”\par

Dick had grown gray and rigid as the venomous
Spaniard painted the picture.\par

There was silence in the tent when Bunol finished.
That silence was broken by Merriwell, who spoke in
a low, intense tone.\par

“You human fiend!”\par

Bunol’s thin lips curled back and exposed his pointed,
white teeth. He was smiling.\par

For a long time Dick Merriwell had controlled himself
in a masterful manner, but now the aroused passions
of his fiery nature burst beyond suppression.
Suddenly, and without the least warning, he flung himself
on his enemy, whom he clutched by the throat before
an outcry could be made.\par

Bunol was hurled flat on his back. Dick’s thumbs
bored into the Spaniard’s throat. The knee of the
American boy was planted on the breast of his foe, pinning
the fellow to the mat.\par

“You devil!” hissed Dick in Bunol’s ear. “You have
said I have not the blood to kill any one, but when my
hands leave your neck you will be dead!”\par

Bunol had goaded the boy to a point of fury that
was close allied to madness.\par

The Spaniard was able to make no more than feeble
resistance. Although he knew his peril and understood
that Merriwell meant to kill him on the spot, he found
himself nailed to the ground as if a stake had been
driven through his body. His jaws opened, his tongue
protruded, his eyes bulged from his head and his face
turned purple.\par

“Die!” hissed Dick.\par

A black cloud fell on Bunol, and in his ears there was
a thundering like the roar of Niagara.\par

Then the flap of the tent behind Dick was lifted. A
man peered in. He uttered a shout. A moment later
the tent was filled with men who seized Merriwell and
tried to tear him from his enemy.\par

Dick’s hands clung fast to Bunol’s throat. The expression
on his face was awful in its deadly determination.
The men cried out that he would kill the Spaniard
before their eyes.\par

Some one struck the American boy in the face several
times, but still his grip did not loosen in the least.\par

At the tent door there was further commotion. Brad
Buckhart was fighting to get in.\par

“Pard!” he cried—“pard, what’s doing?”\par

Dick made no answer.\par

At last Bunol was wrenched from Dick’s grip, one
of the men having loosened the boy’s fingers a bit. In
tearing the Spaniard free, however, they did not prevent
Merriwell’s fingers from lacerating the fellow’s
neck.\par

Dick was carried out of the tent. He offered no resistance
after his hold on his enemy was broken. They
bound him, and flung him on the ground not far from
where Buckhart lay, tied in a similar manner.\par

The Texan squirmed over toward Dick and tried to
find out what had happened. Although he plied Merriwell
with questions, not a word in reply could he get.
Dick lay staring straight up at the sky, and the expression
on his face awed and frightened Buckhart.\par

The old professor was likewise bound.\par

After a long time the flap of the tent was lifted and
two Bedouins appeared, supporting between them the
limp form of Miguel Bunol. The Spaniard was deathly
pale, and one of his hands kept wandering to his lacerated and swollen throat. When his eyes fell on Dick
Merriwell they shone like the eyes of a venomous
serpent.\par

Bunol was led over to Dick, at whom he glared.\par

“You came—near—finishing me,” he said, in a
husky whisper, as if every word gave him great distress;
“but—but you—failed. Now it is—my turn.”\par

He made a weak motion. Immediately several of
the Bedouins seized Merriwell, unbound his hands,
stripped off his clothing to the waist, and then tied him
fast with his face to a heavy post set in the ground.\par

Two men with rawhide whips, each having many
lashes, and the lashes being knotted full of bits of iron
and lead, approached at a call from Ali Beha, who sat
beneath an awning not far away.\par

Still supported, Bunol stepped before Dick.\par

“The revenge I promised you begins now!” he said.
“But it shall be even worse than I intended. I care not
if they whip you to death! I shall laugh at your shrieks
and groans. Let them begin.”\par

One of the men was speaking to Ali Beha. The chief
rose and followed this man a little apart, where he
stood gazing toward a distant ridge, over which horsemen
were riding. These horsemen were coming
straight toward the Bedouin camp.\par

Quickly the Bedouins gathered with their arms,
ready to repel an attack, if necessary. They set up a
shout, which was answered by the approaching horsemen.
This answer seemed to relieve the Bedouins, for,
instead of preparing for battle, they uttered cries of
welcome.\par

For the time attention was turned from the captive
at the post. Dick was hopeless, and he paid little heed
to the strange horsemen. He was watching Bunol.\par

The Spaniard was impatient over the delay.\par

“More of the dirty Arabs,” he muttered.\par

The leader of the strangers seemed to be a man of
some distinction, for Ali Beha hastened to bow low before
him, his manner most humble. This leader was an
old man, yet he dismounted from his horse with some
sprightliness and looked around. His eyes fell on the
white youth, who was tied to the post, his bare body
shining in the sun.\par

“What is this, Ali Beha?” he demanded.\par

“Only a dog of a foreigner whom we are about to
flog.”\par

The stranger stepped quickly forward and obtained
a look at Dick’s face. Instantly his manner underwent
a change. He straightened to his full height, lifted his
hand, and cried:\par

“Release him at once! He is my friend!”\par

“Ras al Had!” shouted Dick, in a burst of joy. “Oh,
sheik, you came just in time!”\par

“I reached the camel train shortly after these men
took you away,” said the old Arab. “They told me
you had been carried off by Ali Beha, and I made haste
to look for him here, knowing this to be one of his
favorite camping places. But why were they about to
flog you?”\par

“None of your business, you meddling old fool!”
snarled Bunol, giving Ras al Had a thrust.\par

Instantly several of the sheik’s followers sprang on
the Spaniard and bore him to the ground.\par

“Bind him,” commanded Ras al Had.\par

They obeyed, in spite of Bunol’s struggles and curses.\par

Dick was set free at the sheik’s command, as also
were Brad and the old professor.\par

Ras al Had listened to Merriwell’s story, and a
strange expression came to his wrinkled face as the boy
told of his enemy’s plan to have him flogged and then
carried into slavery in Arabia.\par

Turning toward the Spaniard, the sheik grimly said:\par

“Strip him as this boy was stripped, bind him to the
post and flog him, even as he ordered you to flog this
boy, who is the bosom friend of Ras al Had.”\par

Crying and begging like a frightened child, Miguel
Bunol was stripped and tied to the post. Then the
men with the rawhide whips began their work. The
whips whistled through the air and fell on the Spaniard’s
bare back, bringing the blood with the first blow.\par

A shriek of pain came from Bunol’s lips.\par

Dick could not endure much of this. After a little he
implored the sheik to stop it.\par

“But this is merely a taste,” said Ras al Had grimly.
“Do you think he would have stopped so soon with you
at the post?”\par

“It makes no difference,” returned Merriwell. “I
can’t see any human being beaten up that way.”\par

“If I stop them now, you must promise me not to interfere
further in his behalf.”\par

“You will punish him in some other manner?”\par

“But not with the whip.”\par

“All right; I promise.”\par

Immediately Ras al Had checked the men who were
wielding the whips. He spoke a few words to Ali
Beha, who nodded.\par

Then the sheik turned to Dick and his companions
and bade them prepare to leave the Bedouin camp.\par

“Before the sun sinks to rest,” he said, “you shall
be with your friends, both of whom are safe and well.”\par

It was not necessary for our friends to spend any
time in preparing to depart. They were ready and
eager to go.\par

“What of Bunol?” asked Dick.\par

“We will leave him here with the friends he has
chosen,” said Ras al Had.\par

An hour later, when they were miles away, the old
sheik turned to Dick, a grim smile on his lips.\par

“Your enemy will trouble you no more,” he declared.
“You will never again behold his face.”\par

“Why not?” questioned Dick. “Do you mean that
he will be slain?”\par

“No; but the fate he chose for you shall be his. He
condemned you to be carried a slave into Arabia. That
is to be his doom. It is the command of Ras al Had,
which Ali Beha must obey.”\par

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CHAPTER XXIV—THE FATE OF A FOE}

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Dick and Brad were lounging in their room in the
Shepherd’s Hotel, Cairo, when Professor Gunn came
sauntering in, with an unusually springy step, humming
a tune.\par

“Ah, ha!” he cried, striking a pose. “You two rascals
have your heads together, I see. What are you
planning? What new trouble are you hatching up?
Can’t you rest easy for a brief time? I have enjoyed
the last two weeks. Since our escape from Damascus,
we have seen Alexandria, Cairo, the Pyramids, and so
forth, and nothing unusual has happened. We have not
once been in peril of losing our lives, and so now, I
suppose, you are seeking to devise some method of getting
us into danger. Desist—I bid you desist! Already
my nerves have been shattered and my constitution
ruined by what we have passed through. It
was pretty bad in England. It was worse in Italy.
It became still worse in Greece. We had to hasten out
of Constantinople to escape with our heads. But the
grand climax was reached in Syria. I tell you, boys,
life was becoming too strenuous for a man of my
years. A few more hairbreadth escapes would have
brought about my utter collapse. I should have had
heart failure. But you seemed to enjoy it. And now I
suppose you are seeking to devise some means of getting
us all into more trouble of the same sort. I order
you to stop it!”\par

“It happened that we were just speaking of Miguel
Bunol and his fate,” smiled Dick. “I can’t help feeling
pity for the unfortunate fellow, but Brad insists that he
received nothing worse than he deserved.”\par

“That’s what I do,” put in the Texan, rising. “Bunol
was thoroughly bad and vicious. His crookedness was
certain to get him hanged in the end, unless some
equally severe punishment fell upon him.”\par

“His fate seems to be even worse than death on the
gallows,” said Dick.\par

“Well, pard, have you forgotten that he first condemned
you to that fate?”\par

“No, but——”\par

“Don’t try to make any excuses for that dog!” exploded
the Texan. “He was the very limit when he attended
school at Fardale. You know it, partner—you
know about all the dirty, low-down things he did there.
He was born a crook and a sneak. What was he doing
when we ran across him in London?”\par

“Fleecing Dunbar Budthorne at cards.”\par

“Worse than that. He was ruining Budthorne by
keeping him full of booze. He had found that Budthorne
had a weakness for drink. But, in order to complete
the unfortunate fellow’s destruction, Bunol had
doped the man with a drug that made him crave liquor
constantly. A cur that would do a thing like that deserves
anything that comes to him.”\par

“I’m not going to put up an argument,” said Merriwell;
“but it seems to me that one of his worst tricks
was the attempt to ensnare Nadia Budthorne and force
her into marriage with him.”\par

“You bet!” roared Brad. “It makes my blood boil
to think of that!”\par

“But we fooled Bunol very handsomely and rescued
both Budthorne and his sister from the rascal’s grip.”\par

“Which was no easy job. Professor, considering
everything, I leave it to you if Bunol received punishment
worse than he merited, when Ras al Had turned
the tables on him, and commanded the Bedouins to take
him into Arabia and sell him into slavery?”\par

“Hum! ha!” coughed Zenas. “Well, well, it may
sound harsh and cruel, but I must confess that his punishment
and fate has never given me a single moment
of uneasiness and pity. He was bad—about the worst
scoundrel I ever saw. He brought it on himself. I
agree with Brad that he merited just what he got.”\par

“Perhaps he did,” admitted Dick; “but think of the
awful life he will be compelled to endure as a slave to
black men in the Arabian desert! It makes me shiver.”\par

“I opine it will make him hot,” said Brad, with a
faint grin.\par

“There is no escape for him.”\par

“Oh, yes, there is.”\par

“What is it?”\par

“Death! A fellow can always find some way to kill
himself.”\par

Dick was thinking of the horrible word picture of
slavery in Arabia that Miguel Bunol had painted.\par

“I don’t like to think about it!” muttered Merriwell,
his face rather pale. “Let’s do something.”\par

“There is only one thing more left for us to do in
Egypt, boys,” said the professor.\par

“What’s that?”\par

“Why, you might take an excursion up the Nile.”\par

“We might?”\par

“Yes.”\par

“How about you?”\par

“I hardly think I’ll try it.”\par

“Why not?”\par

“Well—er—ahem!—I prefer to remain here in
Cairo. I am quite contented. I have visited the Pyramids,
seen the Castle of the Nile, wandered through
the Alabaster Mosque, viewed the Tombs of the Caliphs,
and peered into the Haunted House of the Afrit.
I am satisfied. I’m willing to be quiet and rest. I’ll
stay right here while you take an excursion up the
river.”\par

Dick winked at Brad.\par

“What’s the attraction that interests you so much in
Cairo?” he asked.\par

“Oh, no—no attraction,” Zenas hastened to declare.
“Nothing at all. I’m contented, that’s all.”\par

Merriwell was puzzled, for he felt that there was
something behind the old man’s strange contentment in
that foreign city.\par

“Well, I don’t think Brad and I will go off on any
excursion by ourselves.”\par

“Why not take Budthorne and Nadia along? That’s
a good idea. They’ll enjoy it.”\par

“I believe you are anxious to get rid of us. There’s
something doing, Brad.”\par

“Sure thing, pard,” agreed the Texan.\par

But the old man protested that they were quite
wrong.\par

“I wish you to see all of the world that you can on
this trip, that’s all. You’ll be quite comfortable on the
excursion boat.”\par

“Not if the blamed boat carries as large a cargo of
fleas and biting and stinging things as we struck on
the boat from Yafa to Alexandria,” growled the
Texan. “I was all chawed up by the time I landed
from that old craft. My hide looked like a map of
Asia pricked out in red splotches, and lines, and bumps,
and scratches. The fleas and other varmints of this
yere part of the world sure do love the taste of a foreigner.”\par

“I don’t think there will be such pests on the excursion
boat,” said Zenas quickly.\par

“Well, I fancy we can get along without making
that excursion,” observed Dick. “I’m for getting out
of Cairo and continuing on our journey.”\par

“So am I,” seconded Brad.\par

“Oh, but I’m not ready,” protested the professor.
“My dear boys, this is the most interesting country in
the world. You don’t seem to appreciate it. You don’t
seem to understand that investigation and science have
established the fact that more than six thousand years
ago the people of this country had acquired a high degree
of civilization and culture, and that in those distant
ages there flourished right here in the valley of the
Nile an educated priesthood, cultured society, an
elaborate system of theology and a splendid and powerful
form of government. The people were then far
advanced in religion, architecture, painting, sculpture,
philosophy, and astronomy. Oh, my dear boys, I must
remain here a while longer to study and to investigate
these matters.”\par

Dick winked at Brad once more.\par

“We haven’t observed you studying or investigating
a great deal, professor,” he said.\par

“Oh, I study far more than you suppose. I investigate
by observation.”\par

“Well, if you wish to investigate the records of
former civilization, it seems to me you cannot do better
than to take a trip up the Nile, along which you will
see the ruins of ancient cities and temples. You should
visit the ruins of Thebes, see the temple of Rameses
and behold the wonders of Karnak.”\par

“I’ll have to forego that pleasure,” said Zenas; “but
I will not deprive you of it. You must go, boys—you
shall go! I’ll make arrangements for it.”\par

But both lads positively declined, much to the vexation
of the old man.\par

“Hum! haw!” he coughed. “I did have a vague idea
that I was your guardian during this trip; but it seems
that I am not.”\par

“Would you send us away into peril?” asked Dick,
with pretended resentment. “We admire you, professor—we
love you, and we propose to stick by you.
You can’t shake us.”\par

“Not on your life,” chuckled Brad. “We’re going
to find out whatever your little game in Cairo is. Better
tell us.”\par

“No game at all! It’s ridiculous—simply ridiculous!
All right. If you won’t go, I can’t help it; but I may
find it impossible to be with you constantly while in
Cairo. Private matters may call me away from you
for some days. I have met a gentleman from the
United States here—a very interesting man. His
name is Stringer—Colonel Erastus Stringer. He is a
very fine gentleman, and I——”\par

“I’ve seen the colonel,” said Merriwell. “He seems
to me like a rather gay old bird. Better take care that
he doesn’t get you into a scrape.”\par

“I think I am fully competent to take care of myself,”
said the old pedagogue, with dignity. “The
colonel is a very quiet and retiring person. I do not
approve of the disparaging manner in which you speak
of him.”\par

“I think the colonel is inclined to look too often on
the jag pot,” said Brad.\par

“Tut, tut, tut!” exclaimed Zenas. “Such vulgarity!
Jag pot! Such slang! Bradley, you often make me
blush with shame for you. I fear your travels are not
doing you much good. I did hope to take you back to
America quite changed and altered. I hoped to polish
off your rough ways and eliminate the slang from your
vocabulary. But, alas! I fear my efforts will be
fruitless.”\par

The old man then launched into a lecture, to which
the boys listened weariedly.\par

“I have given you a few things to serve as food for
contemplation,” Zenas concluded. “I will now retire
and let you think them over.”\par

When he was gone Dick turned to his friend, a puzzled
expression on his face.\par

“What do you suppose the old boy is up to?” he
asked.\par

“Hanged if I know,” admitted the Texan; “but I’ll
be shot if I don’t think there’s something in the wind.”\par

“We must find out what it is. Colonel Stringer is
something of a lusher, as well as a practical joker. I
hear he was put out of the Hotel Abbat, in Alexandria,
on account of some sort of practical joke in which he
was concerned.”\par

There was a tap on their door and Dunbar Budthorne
entered.\par

“What do you say, boys, to a trip to Citadel Hill to
witness the sunset?” he asked. “Nadia wants to go.”\par

“Then I’m ready,” declared Buckhart, in a twinkling.\par

“I’ll go along, too,” said Dick, rising.\par

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Directly across the street from the hotel were gathered
forty or more Egyptian donkeys, saddled, bridled
and ready for riders. These donkeys were guarded by
boys, who acted both as guides and drivers when the
little animals were engaged.\par

The moment Dick, Brad, Dunbar, and Nadia appeared
on the steps of the hotel it seemed that all the
boys made a rush across the street, yelling wildly and
beckoning with their dusky hands.\par

“I got good donkey; tak’ him!”\par

“Mine fine donkey, Teddy Rosefelt!”\par

“Mine best, Cha’ncey Depoo!”\par

“Tak’ mine, G’orge Wash’ton!”\par

“Tak’ mine, Carry Nation!”\par

“Well, say!” exclaimed Brad; “I’m getting some
tired of being called Cha’ncey Depoo!”\par

Nadia laughed.\par

“And I’m not Carry Nation,” she said.\par

“They are not calling us names like that,” smiled
Dick. “Haven’t you discovered that those are the
names other travelers have applied to the donkeys?”\par

“Oh, is that it?” said Buckhart, with apparent relief.
“Why, I’ve happened to take the same donkey
both times before, when I’ve not walked, and the driver
kept shouting Cha’ncey Depoo, so I thought he meant
me.”\par

“He was talking to the donkey.”\par

“Shall we take the donkeys to the hill?” asked
Nadia.\par

“Of course we will,” nodded Dunbar. “Pick your
beast.”\par

“Well, I like the looks of this boy,” said the girl;
“so I’ll choose him.”\par

“Girl-like,” chuckled her brother, “she chooses by
the looks of the boy, instead of the donkey.”\par

Amid the confusion a man dressed in English
clothes, yet with a decidedly Turkish face, came out of
the hotel and stood on the steps, watching them.\par

Brad was assisting Nadia to mount when she saw
the watching man and gasped:\par

“There he is again!”\par

“Who?” asked the surprised Texan.\par

“The man who has been watching me lately.”\par

“There on the steps?”\par

“Yes.”\par

“Has he been annoying you?”\par

“I feel sure he has been following me and watching
me.”\par

The boy from the Pan Handle country flushed and
showed that he was angry.\par

“Wait a minute,” he urged. “I’ll just saunter up
and inquire of the gent whatever he means.”\par

Nadia caught his sleeve.\par

“Don’t do that!” she whispered nervously. “Don’t
do it, Brad!”\par

“Why not?”\par

“I don’t wish him to know that I have noticed him.”\par

“Well, if the galoot keeps up his little game, he’ll
find out somebody has noticed him!”\par

She restrained the impulsive chap.\par

By this time all were ready. The boy drivers seized
the chosen donkeys each by the tail, which they gave
a twist, crying:\par

“Ah-ye, Reglay!”\par

Away went the little beasts, bearing their human
burdens easily, while the boy drivers ran behind, clinging
to the tails of the donkeys, which they seemed to
manipulate for the purpose of guiding the animals.\par

The manner in which the tough little donkeys bore
their burdens was really wonderful. Nadia was sympathetic
toward the sprightly little beasts and kept asking
her driver not to make the animal go so fast.\par

They turned from street to street. Some of the
streets were very narrow, with picturesque overhanging
balconies and latticed windows. They passed several
mosques, which were adorned with slender and
graceful minarets. They encountered Arabs, Egyptians
and Turks. They passed handsome carriages and
gayly caparisoned camels.\par

Suddenly they came upon two barefooted, running
black men, who were dressed in flowing garments and
carried wands in their hands. These runners shouted
out something, and waved their wands.\par

Immediately each donkey driver gave a twist to the
tail of his animal, and the faithful little beasts turned
aside to permit a handsome landau to pass. The landau
contained a very dignified and very pompous Pasha,
who did not even deign to waste a glance on the common
infidels.\par

They were glared at by a number of officers, wearing
handsome uniforms and displaying silver-mounted
weapons. They were scowled at by an Arab soldier
with a musket, mounted on the back of a dromedary.\par

But their travels in the East had made them accustomed
to strange sights, and no expressions of wonderment
escaped them. Instead, they laughed and
joked among themselves.\par

At last they came to the hill of the citadel, where
they dismounted. The donkeys and their dusky boy
drivers waited at the foot of the hill, while our friends
climbed toward the huge fortress which towered above
the city.\par

This fortress was most imposing in appearance.\par

The professor was not there to explain how the citadel
came to be built, but Dick had posted himself about
it and was able to answer all of Nadia’s questions. He
told her how it was constructed in the seventh century
by the victorious followers of the Prophet, headed by
Saladin, the chivalrous foe of Richard the Lion
Hearted. Saladin’s architect did not hesitate to bring
thither blocks of stone from the palaces and temples of
old Memphis, and to raze several smaller pyramids,
besides removing the polished outer stones from the
larger pyramids.\par

“Only for that,” said Dick, “it is not likely we would
be able to climb the pyramids now. It robbed them
of their greatest beauty.”\par

“That was a shame!” exclaimed Nadia. “What
good did the old citadel do after all?”\par

“It was a fine place for one of the successors to
Saladin, the crafty old viceroy, Mehemet Ali, to
butcher the Mamelukes.”\par

“Oh, I’ve heard something about that. How did it
happen?”\par

“It didn’t happen. It was one of the most crafty
and cold-blooded butcheries known in history. You
know the name Mameluke signifies White Slave. The
founders of the Mamelukes were originally Circassians,
who had been brought into slavery in this country.
They gradually became favorites, but finally
turned to tyrants. They had helped Mehemet Ali to
secure his position of power, but he feared and distrusted
them. He finally decided it was expedient to
get rid of them. So he invited them to a great banquet,
to be held in the citadel. They came without
suspecting his bloody and treacherous purpose. There
were nearly five hundred of them, magnificently
dressed and mounted. When the great gate had
closed behind them, and they could not retreat, the
viceroy’s troops appeared on the walls and poured a
withering fire on the entrapped Mamelukes. They
were mowed down, men and horses, in a most horrible
manner. Of all the Mamelukes only one escaped. He
forced his horse to mount the heaped-up bodies of his
bleeding comrades and their dying horses, and leaped
the parapet, followed by a volley of bullets. In some
manner he escaped untouched, although his horse fell
beneath him. He fled into the desert.”\par

Nadia gazed at the grim walls of the citadel and
shuddered.\par

“It seems that every historic spot is stained with
crime,” she said.\par

They soon reached the top of the hill and found
they were just in time to witness the glories of an
Egyptian sunset.\par

The view from that elevation was most impressive.
Below them, and near at hand, rose a great mass of
delicate and graceful minarets, glittering in the last
rays of the sun. The strange Oriental city huddled beyond,
and then, as far as the eye could reach, wound
the silver Nile, its shores on either side green with
verdure.\par

Away to the west the sun was sinking into a violet
sea of light. There lay the mighty desert, brown, barren,
desolate—the desert with its dreaded sand storms
and simooms.\par

On the edge of this desert they could see three
mighty shapes, silhouetted against the sky—the Pyramids.
They knew that for at least five thousand years
those mysterious and marvelous monuments had been
standing thus, casting their lengthening shadows across
the eastern waste, as the sun sank to its nightly rest
in the bosom of the desert.\par

Silence fell on them. They watched the sun go
down, and it seemed that the orb of day had sunk in
hopeless despair to rise no more. They were impressed
by the mightiness of the universe, and they felt themselves
mere ants amid the marvels of creation. It was
a place and time to give them a just understanding of
their own insignificance.\par

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The sun was gone, blue shadows gathered, and
night came stalking up from Syria and Arabia beyond
the isthmus. So absorbed had our friends been by
the splendid spectacle, that they had failed to give heed
to their immediate surroundings.\par

Nadia was at Brad’s side. Suddenly she clutched
his arm with a nervous movement.\par

“What is it?” he asked, seeming to awaken from a
trance.\par

“That man! Look there!”\par

She made a gesture, and he looked in the direction
indicated. Standing at an angle of the wall, where
the shadows were upon him, was the same man to
whom she had called his attention on the steps of the
hotel.\par

“He has followed me here!” she declared nervously.\par

“Oh, he has, has he?” growled the Texan, his face
flushing with anger. “Well, I sure am going to interview
him some, right away.”\par

He brushed off her hand and started toward the
mysterious stranger.\par

Immediately the unknown turned and disappeared
beyond the corner of the wall.\par

Dick had seen the stranger, also, and he joined
Buckhart at once, saying:\par

“Come ahead, Brad. It’s time to find out if he’s
following us round.”\par

Budthorne had hastened to his sister’s side.\par

The boys ran to the point of the wall. When they
reached the spot, they could see nothing of the man.\par

“He can’t be far away,” said Dick.\par

A few moments later they discovered the man walking
hastily down the hill. Unless they chose to run
after him, there was no prospect of overtaking him.\par

“Better let him go this time,” advised Dick.\par

“All right,” muttered the Texan; “but he is causing
me to wax wroth some, and I’ll give him a game of
talk the next time I find him dogging us. Who do you
reckon he is, pard?”\par

“I am unable to answer the question,” admitted
Dick; “but, by his appearance, he seems to be a Turk.”\par

“That’s right. I don’t fancy being spied on by a
Turk, just at present. We’re not far enough away
from Damascus. He may be one of the sultan’s secret
police, sent after us for that little affair in which we
were recently involved.”\par

“I thought of that myself. I’m not anxious to be
arrested and carried back to Damascus.”\par

“I should say not! That would be mighty bad business.
Still, I don’t think——”\par

Dick checked his companion with an exclamation.
Another man had joined the one who was rapidly descending
the hill. Both boys obtained a glimpse of this
second person before both disappeared into the shadows
below.\par

“Did you see him, Brad?” asked Dick. “Did you
get a fair view of him?”\par

“Just a look, partner, but I swear there was something a heap familiar about him. The way he carried
his head—his walk—— I’ve seen that galoot before.”\par

“And so have I. Shall we attempt to overtake them?
I’d give something to get a look at his face.”\par

But they decided it was too late, as there was little
chance of overtaking those men in the narrow and
gloomy streets of Cairo. Besides, in order to pursue
the mysterious ones, they would be compelled to abandon
Nadia and her brother.\par

So they returned and found Dunbar and Nadia
waiting, and a trifle nervous.\par

“It’s all right,” declared Dick diplomatically. “Of
course, the man had a right to come up here and view
the sunset. He’s gone.”\par

“I’m glad,” said the girl. “But it is growing dark.
Let’s return to the hotel right away. I do not fancy
being out in the streets of Cairo after dark.”\par

They descended the hill and found the donkeys and
the boy drivers waiting for them. Two of the boys
were asleep, their hands pillowed on the bodies of their
reclining donkeys.\par

“Poor little fellows!” murmured Nadia, sympathetically.
“They should be home now. It’s a shame to
keep them out so late.”\par

The boys woke up promptly on hearing the voices of
their companions. Our friends mounted, and away
they went, through the dim streets of the queer, old
city, the boys running after the trotting donkeys and
giving an occasional twist at the tails of the little
beasts.\par

Both Dick and Brad kept a sharp lookout for possible trouble, but the return to the hotel was made
without incident.\par

Brad lingered to talk with Dunbar and Nadia, in
Budthorne’s room. Not that the pleasures of a chat
with Budthorne attracted him so much, but there was
again a complete understanding between himself and
Nadia.\par

Dick sought Professor Gunn, but failed to discover
the old man. He then descended to look for him
below.\par

On the way down, the sound of laughter coming
from a suite of rooms, the outer door of which was
slightly ajar, attracted his attention. He had heard
Zenas laugh that way before, and he knew the old pedagogue
was in there.\par

Dick stepped to the door, lifting his hand to knock.
He paused, his hand uplifted.\par

“He! he! he!” again sounded that well-known laugh.
“A harem containing a dozen pretty girls! My! my!
But you must have been a gay boy in those days,
colonel.”\par

“Well, suh,” said a mellow, yet somewhat husky
voice, “yo’ see, suh, a man had to have some enjoyment
in this infernal country. I was young, suh, and it was
just after the Civil War in America. Scores of officers
from the South entered the Egyptian service. Some
swore nevah again to set foot on American soil. We
felt that we were exiles. But we made the khedive’s
army spruce up wonderfully. The pay was good, and
all that; but the cursed heat, the monotony, the homesickness,
made us all reckless, and set us to longing
fo’ diversion. I’ll guarantee, suh, that the most of us
found our only diversions in gathering wives fo’ our
harems. Those boys were connoisseurs in female
beauty, and the wives of many of them would have
created a sensation, suh, in New York, London or
Paris.”\par

“He! he! he!” again laughed Zenas. “Oh, you rascal!
Oh, you sly dog! But it must have been pleasant.
What did you do with your harem when you got tired
and decided to leave the Egyptian service and the
country?”\par

“Why, I sold it, of course.”\par

“Sold it? Sold your wives, colonel?”\par

“Certainly, suh. That was the proper course to pursue,
professah. There were plenty of others who were
ready to buy, in case you had a bargain to offah, and—as
I was anxious to sell—a new recruit in the army
obtained my harem fo’ a mere song. Of course, I regretted
to part with my beautiful wives, and especially
with Fatima, my favorite; but I could not take them
with me, on account of the laws of the United States,
and so, suh, I kissed Fatima good-by and turned the
whole lot ovah to my successor.”\par

“Er—er—ahem! Colonel, does the custom of selling
harems still continue in this country, can you say?”\par

“Why, certainly, suh, to a certain extent, suh. Are
yo’ thinking of making a purchase, suh?”\par

“Well, I—er—ahem!—I don’t know, exactly. You
see, I—I’m likely to investigate. I wouldn’t mind looking
a few harems over. If I found a bargain—er—ahem!—I
might—— Well, you understand, colonel.”\par

“The old reprobate!” exclaimed Dick, in a whisper.
“So this is what he’s up to! This is why he wants
to take an excursion trip up the Nile! I think I’ll have
to find a way to teach him a lesson.”\par

“Yes, suh,” said the voice of the professor’s companion;
“I think I understand, suh. But it is possible,
professah, that you do not understand yo’self, suh.
When yo’ were a boy, did yo’ evah trade jackknives or
anything of that sort, ‘unsight, unseen,’ suh?”\par

“Why, yes, I——”\par

“Well, suh, that’s the rule in purchasing a harem.
It is the law of the country, professah, that no one save
the ownah of a harem shall evah see the uncovered
faces of its inmates. If yo’ make a purchase, yo’ have
to take a chance on it. Yo’ may see the ladies in advance,
but yo’ll not be permitted to see their faces.”\par

“He! he!” again laughed Gunn. “That will make
the game all the more fascinating. It adds an element
of mystery and suspense. It piques me. If you don’t
mind, colonel, I’ll have another nip from the decanter.
I take it as a tonic, you know—merely as a tonic.”\par

“Certainly, suh; help yo’self, suh.”\par

“Do you think, colonel, that you might assist me in
investigating a few harems?”\par

“Why, yes, suh, it is quite likely I might. Having
an extensive acquaintance in Cairo, it will be easy fo’
me to help yo’. I’ll find out what harems are on the
market, suh. Drink hearty, professah.”\par

“Well, here is luck and hoping I’ll strike a good
bargain.”\par

Dick did not linger longer. He returned to his
room and was just in time to find Brad coming in
from Budthorne’s room.\par

“The old salamander!” cried the Texan, after listening
to Dick’s story. “The old Mormon! Why, he’s
married! He has a wife in the United States.”\par

“Exactly.”\par

“What does he think he’s doing, anyhow?”\par

“He thinks he’s going to have a gay time in Cairo,
evidently.”\par

“We’ll have to stop it, pard.”\par

“Oh, no!”\par

“What?”\par

“On the contrary, we’ll have to help it along.”\par

“Hey?” shouted Buckhart, aghast. “Whatever do
you mean?”\par

“Just what I said.”\par

“But it’s a crime! It’s scandalous! I’m astonished
at you!”\par

“It’s not a crime in this country to be the proprietor
of a harem.”\par

“But——”\par

“We’re in Egypt, and the law of the land——”\par

“Look here, Dick Merriwell,” blazed Brad, in sudden
indignation. “I’ve generally backed you up in
anything you’ve said or done; but, by the everlasting
Rockies, if you’ve become so depraved and degenerate
that you can regard an affair like this as anything but
a crime, I want you to understand that I think you’ve
lost your senses!”\par

Dick dropped on a chair and laughed heartily.\par

“I mean it!” roared the Texan. “It’s shameful!
You hear me chirp! That doddering old chump has a
wife in America! Now he wants to buy a harem in
Egypt! And you’re willing to aid him in his polygamous
design! Waugh! Laugh! laugh! But you’re
not the sort of pard I took you for! This is my first
disappointment in you! I’ll block the old roué’s game,
I will! I’ll spoil his scheme, or I’m not the Unbranded
Maverick of the Rio Pecos!”\par

The Texan was greatly wrought up. He stamped
up and down the room in a tempest, while Merriwell
continued to laugh.\par

“I don’t see where the joke comes in!” snarled Buckhart.
“Ha, ha! Isn’t it funny? I suppose you’ll be
in for buying a harem next? That’s a fine idea! Perhaps
you’ll take a half interest in old Gunn’s bunch of
beauties? Wow! I sure am a heap disgusted!”\par

“Cool down a little, Brad,” said Dick, still smiling.
“I hardly think I’ll invest in a harem. Why, you excitable
longhorn, don’t you know harems are not sold
that way here?”\par

“Hey?”\par

“A man may purchase wives for his harem, but he
can’t sell the whole outfit when he gets tired of it.”\par

“Can’t?”\par

“Of course not.”\par

“Then what—what——”\par

“The whole thing is some kind of a game.”\par

“But you—you said you were going to help the
business along.”\par

“So I am. I want to teach the professor a lesson.”\par

“I don’t think I catch on, Dick.”\par

“Let me tell you something.”\par

“Fire away.”\par

“To begin with, I don’t believe Colonel Stringer ever
was in the Egyptian service.”\par

“Don’t you?”\par

“No. He’s a great bluffer. He likes to make people
believe he has done wonderful things and been a gay
old rascal in his day. I am satisfied that his story
about having a harem once was pure fabrication.”\par

“Mebbe you’re right.”\par

“I’m confident of it.”\par

“What’s his graft?”\par

“Perhaps it’s graft, perhaps it’s joking. It may be
that he simply enjoys leading the professor on. But I
have a scheme. If we can carry it out, we’ll teach
Zenas Gunn a lesson and have some fun on our own
hook. He’ll never contemplate buying another harem.”\par

The Texan was keenly interested now.\par

“What’s the scheme, pard?”\par

“If we can rig up a job with Colonel Stringer, we’ll
furnish a harem for the professor to purchase, and
we’ll give him the shock of his life.”\par

Brad’s face began to glow and his eyes to gleam.
His mouth expanded in a smile.\par

“Mebbe that’s a good idea,” he nodded. “Just tell
me how it can be done.”\par

He drew up a chair and sat down near Dick. For
fully thirty minutes the boys had their heads close
together, talking in low tones.\par

At intervals Buckhart laughed heartily.\par

The professor came in and found them thus.\par

“What are you up to now, boys?” he asked. “What
are you whispering about?”\par

“You will find out in time, professor,” answered
Dick.\par

And both lads laughed.\par

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CHAPTER XXVII—THE PROFESSOR’S GAME}

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Early in the afternoon of the following day, Professor
Gunn informed Dick and Brad that he was going
out with a friend to inspect some ancient Egyptian
relics.\par

“Take us with you,” urged Merriwell.\par

“Do take us,” implored Buckhart.\par

“We’re interested in relics,” said Dick.\par

“Mightily interested,” affirmed Brad.\par

“No, no, boys,” said the old man, holding up his
hands; “I can’t take you.”\par

“Why not?” they both demanded.\par

“Well—er—hem!—because you have not been invited,
you see. These relics are a private collection,
in a private house, and it is not the privilege of the
general public to view them. I have obtained the privilege
of looking them over only by great effort. It is
a great concession to me on account of my standing
as an educator in my own country. What I shall behold
to-day will add greatly to my knowledge. I am
sure I shall return, after examining the relics, a much
wiser man. Hum! ha!”\par

“I hope you do, professor,” said Dick significantly,
although the old pedagogue failed to note any underlying
meaning in his words.\par

“Yes, I hope so,” put in Brad.\par

From their window, they watched until they saw the
professor, accompanied by a small, quick-stepping man
in brown, leave the hotel.\par

“There he goes with the colonel, pard,” said Buckhart.
“We’ve got to move lively to get there ahead of
them.”\par

“Colonel Stringer will look out for that. He’ll take
plenty of time in conducting the professor by a roundabout
course. Come on.”\par

They paused a moment to speak to Budthorne and
Nadia, who were to remain at the hotel.\par

Near the hotel a close carriage of English make was
waiting. They sprang in and were off. Here and
there through the streets of Cairo they went, coming
at last to a house in a quiet quarter.\par

The door of this house, set low and deep in the wall,
opened for them as soon as they left the carriage.\par

A ruddy-faced Englishman, John Coddington by
name, the Eastern agent of a London house, welcomed
them as soon as they entered.\par

“You see I was expecting you, boys,” he said. “My
friend, Stringer, told me when you would be likely to
arrive.”\par

“Is everything ready?” asked Dick.\par

“Yes, indeed. I have a lot of prize beauties all
ready for the game. Oh, they are fine ones!”\par

“But you must make us the champion beauties of
them all,” said Merriwell.\par

“That’s whatever,” chuckled Brad. “We must be
the peaches of your harem.”\par

“I’ll do my best. I have a customer waiting. Follow
me.”\par

They passed through winding ways and came finally
into a room where a little Frenchman waited, amid a
collection of feminine garments.\par

“Here they are, Louis,” said Coddington. “Make
them into handsome girls. Show your skill.”\par

“Make us handsome, with the exception of our
faces,” said Dick “Those must be as hideous as possible.”\par

“But ze faces will be covaired by ze veils,” protested
Louis.\par

“Not all the time,” smiled Dick. “Some one is going
to get a peep beneath my veil.”\par

“Mine, too,” nodded Brad. “I want a mug on me
that would scare a dog into a fit.”\par

“Vera well; eet s’all be. Get redee.”\par

“In the meantime, boys,” said Coddington, “I will
be on the watch for the guest who is on the outlook
for a harem.”\par

Some time later Colonel Stringer and Professor
Gunn rapped at the door of the house.\par

They were not admitted by Coddington himself, but
by a black man in flowing garments, who bowed obsequiously
before the colonel and bade them follow
him.\par

They were ushered into a large, luxuriously furnished
room, with many divans and Turkish rugs, a
fountain playing in the centre of the apartment, and a
man in Eastern garments propped up amid some cushions,
lazily smoking a hookah.\par

“My deah Coddington,” said Stringer, hastening toward
the smoker and bowing low, “delighted! Permit
me to present my friend, Professor Gunn, of
America.”\par

The professor bowed after the fashion of Stringer.\par

“Deuced glad to know you, don’t you know,”
drawled Coddington. “Is this the gentleman, colonel,
who is looking for a harem?”\par

“The same, suh,” nodded Stringer.\par

“Well, by Jove! I believe I’ve got the very thing
he wants. I have the finest harem in the East, you
know. Fourteen wives, in all, and every one a pearl.
Ya-as.”\par

“But why do you wish to sell out, sir?” questioned
Gunn.\par

“It’s become a deuced bore, don’t you understand.
Besides that, I must return to England soon, and I
can’t take my beauties with me. It would be quite
scandalous there. I’d find myself arrested, don’t you
know. So I have to dispose of my dear little doves.
It breaks my heart, but I can’t do anything different.
If you want a harem, professor, that outrivals anything
in the East, you’ll get it right here, and get it
for a song, too.”\par

Now, it is best to confess the actual truth right
here. Professor Gunn had no intention of buying a
harem. What the old boy wanted was to get inside a
harem—to see it and get a peep at the “Eastern
houris,” as he had heard them called. And he took
this method of getting in.\par

The professor was congratulating himself on his
cleverness.\par

“Eh, eh, ahem!” coughed the old pedagogue.
“I’ve always been somewhat shy of bargains that can
be obtained for a mere song. I always favor inspecting
whatever I purchase.”\par

“Then be seated,” invited Coddington, motioning
toward the heaped-up cushions at his side. “Sit here,
professor, and you shall see some of the sights of the
harem.”\par

The professor hastened to deposit himself amid the
cushions, chuckling inwardly over his success.\par

Colonel Stringer accepted a seat on the opposite side
of the professed owner of the harem.\par

Coddington clapped his hands.\par

Immediately a huge black man, dressed in gaudy,
barbaric clothes, his head turbaned, his feet bare, appeared
from somewhere and bowed low before the
Englishman.\par

“Bring hookahs for my visitors,” said Coddington,
“and bid my dancing girls appear and dance for me.”\par

The black man bowed sweepingly again, and hastily
disappeared.\par

Almost immediately two boys, clothed in purple,
entered, bearing hookahs, which they placed before the
professor and the colonel. When the visitors were
ready to smoke, the boys lighted the hookahs.\par

“He! he!” laughed Zenas, as he puffed away.
“Makes one feel decidedly kinky and chipper. I’m not
much of a smoker, but I—ough! ugah! ugah! agoo-ugah!—hah!
Whew!”\par

He had taken some of the smoke into his lungs, and
it nearly strangled him. He continued to cough for
some time, but suddenly stopped and rubbed the water
from his eyes.\par

Out upon the tiled floor before them glided a number
of graceful figures, girls in diaphanous draperies,
which fluttered in the air, light as azure. These girls
were swaying, bending, dancing, their arms waving in
the air, their feet moving swiftly to the sound of tiny,
tinkling bells and the throb of a strange, unnatural
music. The music was produced by a number of musicians
who mysteriously appeared, seated on the floor
at one side.\par

The faces of the girls were hidden by veils, which
were bound down lightly, to keep them from fluttering
aside with their swaying movements and exposing their
features.\par

Zenas gazed and gasped.\par

“Great Cæsar!” he muttered. “This being the proprietor
of a harem is great!”\par

The girls continued their dance, and to the old pedagogue
every movement was full of poetry. They advanced,
retreated, pirouetted, their arms waving from
side to side above their heads, their heads swaying,
their garments fluttering, their veils hiding their features,
yet seeming to show glimpses of dark, flashing
eyes beyond.\par

The professor forgot to smoke; he forgot to breathe;
he forgot to do anything but stare.\par

How long the dance continued, he was unable to
say, but finally Coddington clapped his hands, and
away glided the girls, as graceful as phantoms, and
like phantoms they vanished.\par

The musicians vanished in the same silent manner.\par

A great sigh of regret came from Gunn.\par

“Well, professor,” said Coddington, “how did that
hit you?”\par

“Great!” was the enthusiastic answer. “How often
do they perform?”\par

“Whenever I bid them. I keep them to amuse me.”\par

“Shade of Absalom! If I owned this harem, I’d
tire them out dancing. What’s next on the program?”\par

“I will call in some of my wives.”\par

“Were there any in that bevy?”\par

“Oh, no; those are nothing but dancing girls. The
ladies of the harem are more select and beautiful.”\par

“Call them! You can’t hurry them too much to suit
me.”\par

“But there are certain rules to which I must conform,
else I forfeit my rights. You know, the ladies
of the harem never enter this room when more than
one man is present. If I call them, it will be necessary
for the colonel and myself to retire.”\par

“And leave me alone with them?” gasped Zenas.\par

“Yes. I will send you my two favorites, the greatest
beauties of the harem. I have taught them both to
speak English, although they do so somewhat imperfectly,
and they have picked up several expressions
of which I do not approve. No matter what they say,
you must understand that they are complimenting
you.”\par

“All right,” said the professor, a bit doubtfully.
“But are there only two?”\par

“Only two? How many do you want? There are
plenty of them, but you understand that the two I
shall send are the reigning belles of the harem. They
are marvelously beautiful.”\par

“Well, I—I don’t know about being left alone,” muttered
the old fellow nervously. “Can’t it be arranged
some other way?”\par

“Why, I thought you might wish to be alone with
them. As I have said, the colonel and I must leave
the room, as no man save yourself may be present;
but I can send in the dancing girls again and let them
dance while you are chatting with my favorites.”\par

“Do so, do so,” urged Zenas, in relief. “That is a
good idea.”\par

“Very well. I hope you may be pleased; and do
not forget that I am willing and ready to dispose of
my harem at a most reasonable price. By Jove! I’ll
almost give the whole outfit away!”\par

Coddington and Stringer retired, having seen the
professor take the seat of honor in the midst of the
cushions.\par

The old man was rather nervous, but he endeavored
to remain calm and dignified.\par

Finally a low burst of musical laughter came to his
ears, causing him to brace up. A moment later, hand
in hand, two persons entered the room and advanced
swiftly, bowing low before the professor, their foreheads
touching the tiling.\par

“Ah, these are the favorites!” murmured Zenas, his
eyes shining. “Arise, my dears, and come here. Be
seated beside me.”\par

They needed no second invitation to sit beside the
professor, however. Cooing in a coy manner, they
plumped themselves down amid the cushions on either
hand.\par

“He nice!” said one.\par

“Him fine!” murmured the other.\par

Then both giggled.\par

“He! he!” laughed the professor nervously, as the
one on his right leaned against his shoulder. “What’s
your name, my dear?”\par

“Fraud,” was the answer.\par

“Fraud? Well, that’s an odd name! How do you
happen to have such a name as that?”\par

“Effendi, him give it. Effendi, him husband. Him
call me Little Fraud.”\par

“Ah, I see; sort of a pet name.” Then he turned
to the other one, on his right. “And what is your
name, darling?” he asked.\par

“Fake.”\par

“Hey? Fake?”\par

“Sure. Effendi, him call me Big Fake.”\par

“Well, surely he has peculiar names for his wives.
Do you love Effendi?”\par

“Oh, so, so. Him better no husband. Much tired
now. Like change.”\par

“Well, you’re frank about it, to say the least. How
many times have you changed husbands?”\par

“Sev’teen time.”\par

“What’s that? Great Scott! Seventeen times?”\par

“Maybe more.”\par

“Christopher! You’ve had seventeen different husbands—or
more? Goodness, but that’s a record!”\par

At this juncture, Fake threw her arms round the
professor.\par

“You be next one?” she asked. “Like you much.
You be old Lobster.”\par

“What’s that? Old Lobster?”\par

“Pretty name,” cooed Fraud, from the other side,
cuddling on his shoulder. “We like old Lobster, Fake.”\par

“You bet your back teeth!” elegantly retorted Fake.
“We like him lot. Pull his leg.”\par

“Well, you’re frank in proclaiming your intentions,
at least!” gasped Zenas.\par

At this moment the strange music began again, and
the dancing girls reappeared, posing and pirouetting,
the tiny bells on their bare ankles tinkling in a lively
manner.\par

Zenas tried to untangle himself from the twining
arms of the two favorites, but they declined to be
thrust aside.\par

“No! no!” they cried. “Keep so. Like it, old Lobster.”\par

“Old Lobster!” grated Gunn. “Say, my dears,
you’ll please me if you call me something else. I don’t
like the name you have selected for me.”\par

“No like it?” questioned Fake, in apparent surprise.
“Pretty name.”\par

“Sweet name,” gurgled Fraud. “We like it.”\par

“But I object! You’ll have to call me something
else. I won’t stand for it.”\par

“All right,” said Fraud, in apparent disappointment.\par

Then she tried to get a strangle hold on Zenas, who
was beginning to perspire and wish himself a thousand
miles away.\par

“Well, you have a mighty queer notion about pretty
names!” snapped the old man. “Don’t choke me!
Those dancing girls are laughing—I know they are!
I can see them laughing behind their veils!”\par

But they clung to him more closely than ever, and all
his squirming was useless.\par

“Where’s the boss of this house?” he spluttered.
“Be careful, both of you! I’m a respectable married
man!”\par

“Nobody ever think it,” snickered Fraud.\par

“You be married lots more when you get us,” observed
Fake.\par

“Christopher! I should say so! I’d be too much
married.”\par

“We not all you have,” said Fraud. “You get lots
more like us.”\par

“Only not so nice—not so pretty,” declared Fake.\par

“Well, I’ll have to think this thing over before I
close the bargain. I’m beginning to think that one
wife is enough for any man—too much in some cases.”\par

“How silly!” commented Fake.\par

“Awful chump,” said Fraud.\par

“But we love him,” purred Fake. “Him old. Him
not last long. Then we have ’nother husband.”\par

“That fun,” giggled Fraud.\par

“Say, you’re beginning to make me sick!” snapped
the distressed victim. “Call the boss of the house—call
him! He can keep his harem!”\par

“You nervous,” said Fake. “See girls dance. Be
still.”\par

“I see them,” groaned Gunn, “and they see us.
They’re making sport of us! I didn’t come here to be
laughed at! I won’t stand it.”\par

“No stand—sit still,” advised Fraud.\par

He gave over his efforts and fell to watching the
dancers. They were very graceful, but he remembered
that Coddington had spoken carelessly of them, declaring
that the favorites of the harem were far more beautiful.
To Zenas it seemed that the so-called favorites
were big, husky ladies, while their free-and-easy manners,
and their slang, filled him with aversion. He
had fancied the beauties of a harem to be something
entirely different from the ones who were boldly embracing
him. And one of them had confessed that she
had changed husbands sixteen times—or more! This
in a land where he had supposed a man could have a
number of wives, but that no wife ever had more than
one husband.\par

The glamour of the harem was fast wearing off, as
far as Zenas Gunn, of Fardale, was concerned. Already
he was beginning to think he had seen quite
enough of it.\par

Fake and Fraud were not inclined to keep still long.
The former began to dally with the professor’s whiskers,
running her fingers through them and pulling
them playfully.\par

“Pretty! pretty!” she cooed.\par

“Ba-a-a-a!” bleated Fraud, like a goat. “Wind go
z-z-z-z-z.”\par

“Quit your fooling!” half snarled the fretted old
fellow, pushing Fake’s hand away.\par

Her gloved fingers seemed to catch in his whiskers
and give them a fearful yank, as he thrust her hand
aside.\par

He howled with pain.\par

“Nice hair,” commented Fraud, giving a pull at the
professor’s wig and jerking it off. “Oh, see! Hair
all loose! He look funny now!”\par

“Gimme that!” panted the professor, snatching at
the wig; but Fraud thrust it back of her, laughing
mockingly behind her heavy veil.\par

She was strong, astonishingly strong. He found he
could not recover the wig by force, so he gave over
the attempt.\par

“That nice,” said Fake. “Behave, old Lobster.
Pretty teeth. Bite Fake’s little finger.”\par

Before he even suspected her purpose she thrust her
finger into his mouth. In some manner she caught
hold of his upper set of false teeth and jerked them
out.\par

Then both favorites uttered exclamations of seeming
surprise and merriment, while the triumphant Fake
held the extracted set of teeth above her head.\par

“Him fine!” she cried. “Hair come off! Teeth come
out! Old Lobster lots funny!”\par

“We take old Lobster all to pieces,” said Fraud.
“Come on, Fake. Take him eyes out next.”\par

“Hold on, both of you!” frothed Zenas. “Don’t
you dare carry thish thing any farsher! Gimme my
wig! Gimme me my teesh! Hand ’em over, or
shomebody going to get hurt!”\par

By this time he was greatly enraged, but he found
himself almost helpless in the hands of the favorites.\par

The dancing girls were continuing their gyrations,
but he knew they were laughing.\par

He felt that he had been robbed of his dignity and
humiliated, and he was eager to take flight from the
harem. Again and again he sought to struggle up, but
Fake and Fraud pulled him back and held him.\par

“Oh, good old Lobster!” they cooed. “We love old
Lobster. Him great joke.”\par

“I demand to be released!” gasped the professor.
“If you hang onto me you’ll regret it! I’m a desperate
man! I’m dangerous!”\par

He had managed to recover his teeth and thrust
them back into his mouth, and now Fraud sought to
mollify him by restoring his wig, which she placed
on his head, hind side foremost.\par

“If this is what the owner of a harem has to endure,
I’m thankful I don’t own one,” declared Zenas.\par

Then they patted his cheeks and sought in various
ways to pacify him.\par

“We like you,” they protested.\par

“Well, you both have hanged queer ways of showing
your affection, that’s all I’ve got to say!” he retorted.\par

“Maybe old Lobster like to kiss me?” questioned
Fraud.\par

“No; old Lobster like to kiss me,” declared Fake.\par

“Who told you so much?” sneered Gunn.\par

“We say so, old Lobster have to kiss us,” asserted
Fake.\par

“Have to?” gasped the perspiring pedagogue.
“Why should I?”\par

“That rule,” explained Fraud. “We want it, no
man get away less he do so.”\par

A groan of genuine distress escaped the lips of
Zenas.\par

“I’m sure you don’t want it,” he hastened to say.
“Just call Mr. Coddington. I’m very ill! I must see a
physician at once! Please let me off!”\par

But they were obdurate, both insisting on receiving
a kiss from him.\par

“It’s foolishness,” he declared. “You have veils
on.”\par

“Oh, we move um,” Fake hastened to say.\par

“We move um,” echoed Fraud.\par

“And then will you call the boss of the house?”\par

“We have him called then,” they promised.\par

“If this ever gets out, my reputation is blasted,”
sighed the professor; “but I see no other way to escape
from these creatures. I’ll have to submit.”\par

He signified his willingness, whereupon both favorites
again clasped him about the neck with an arm,
while they prepared to lift their veils with their free
hands.\par

“Here goes!” he muttered, turning to Fraud.\par

She lifted her veil.\par

A squawk of astonishment and horror burst from
Professor Gunn, for Fraud was black as midnight,
with huge red lips, which were parted in a horrible
grin. Brass rings dangled from her ears and her nose.\par

“Heavens and earth deliver me!” panted the professor.\par

Then he turned and saw the face of Fake. It was
that of an old, haglike creature, wrinkled and hideous,
while her mouth was filled with horrible black teeth.\par

A shriek escaped the old man. Like a maniac he
tore himself free from their clutches.\par

“Help! Murder!” he yelled.\par

“Come back, old Lobster!” they implored.\par

But he scrambled to his feet and fled from the room,
yelling for assistance at every step, and pursued by a
burst of laughter from the dancing girls.\par

The professor rushed from the room and into the
arms of John Coddington and Colonel Stringer. They
grasped him and held fast.\par

“Let go!” he shouted. “Don’t let those creatures
catch me! Let go!”\par

“Well, by Jove!” drawled Coddington. “The man
is crazy, don’t you know!”\par

“What’s the matter with yo’, professah?” asked the
colonel, in apparent amazement. “Have yo’ lost your
senses, suh?”\par

“How dare you insult the favorites of the harem by
running away from them in such a manner?” sternly
demanded the Englishman.\par

“Insult them!” snarled Zenas, glaring at Coddington
as if he longed to throttle the man. “How dare you
insult me by putting such hideous hags onto me?”\par

“Hideous hags? Sir, those are the most beautiful
ladies in all Cairo, by Jove!”\par

“Beautiful! They would frighten a mummy into a
fit! They would give a dog hydrophobia.”\par

“Suh,” said Colonel Stringer, “I am astonished,
suh! My friend Coddington is a fine judge of feminine
beauty.”\par

“Bah!” sneered Zenas. “Bah! bah! I’ve seen his
beauties, and they are horrible things! Let me get out
of this house! I wish never to see the interior of another
harem! A man who would have more than one
wife is insane. And a man who thinks such creatures
as those beautiful ought to be locked fast in a home for
incurable imbeciles! You’re an imbecile, Coddington—that’s
my opinion of you! Don’t talk back! Don’t
open your mouth! Want to sell your harem, do you?
I don’t wonder! You ought to pay somebody about
ten million dollars to take it—and then he’d get stuck!
Good day, sir! I tell you not to attempt to detain me
a moment! I am going now!”\par

And go he did, hurrying forth from the house with
trembling steps and almost running until he was far
from that vicinity.\par

Barely had the professor left the front door when
the two “favorites” appeared, both convulsed with
laughter.\par

They were Dick Merriwell and Brad Buckhart, the
former having posed as Fraud, while the latter had
given his name as Fake.\par

“Oh, great horn spoon!” gasped Buckhart, “I certain
won’t get over this in a year!”\par

“I think the professor has been taught a splendid
lesson,” laughed Dick. “The game worked like a
charm.”\par

“I should say it did!” agreed Coddington, who was
also laughing. “We watched it all. We were behind
some curtains, and we dodged out just in time to get
ahead of the professor when he took flight. It was
deucedly funny, don’t you know. You boys did your
parts very cleverly.”\par

“Did you see Dick remove the professor’s wig?”
laughed the Texan. “I thought I’d blow up then, but
it gave me an idea, and I managed to get my digits into
his mouth and yank out the upper layer of his store
teeth.”\par

“And then I was on the point of blowing up,” confessed Dick. “But the professor was so excited he
didn’t notice it.”\par

“The climax came when yo’ invited him to kiss
yo’,” grinned Colonel Stringer. “He’ll be ready to
shoot me now.”\par

“Don’t you think it,” said Dick. “He’ll be round
begging you to keep still about it. He’ll be humble
enough.”\par

“We’re very much obliged to you, Mr. Coddington,
for your assistance,” said Dick. “If you’ll give us a
bill of expenses, I’ll settle it. If Colonel Stringer
hadn’t known you, I fear we could not have carried
out the plan after we formed it.”\par

“Oh, the expense was nothing compared with the
sport I’ve had,” asserted the Englishman.\par

“But you had to engage the dancing girls.”\par

“They are professionals, and their services cost a
mere nothing. It’s not worth mentioning.”\par

“Oh, yes it is. Then there was the costumer. You
had to pay him. I insist on settling the bill.”\par

Coddington did his best to get out of taking anything,
but Dick was obdurate and finally compelled the
Englishman to state the full expense of the affair,
which he paid.\par

It was nearly an hour later when the boys reappeared
at the Shepherd’s Hotel, having washed off
their make-ups and donned their usual attire.\par

They found the professor, looking pale and wan,
pacing the floor of his room, which adjoined theirs.
The old man noted their entrance, and paused to peer
at them suspiciously.\par

“Where have you been, boys?” he asked.\par

“Oh, out for a little airing,” answered Dick, carelessly.
“Did you enjoy the afternoon, professor?”\par

“Well—er—ah—I can’t truthfully say that I did,”
confessed the old pedagogue.\par

“That was too bad. Why didn’t you enjoy it?”\par

“Ahem! I can’t explain, boys. Don’t ask foolish
questions.”\par

“But didn’t you see that collection of old relics?”\par

“I did—I saw it!”\par

“And you were disappointed in it?”\par

“Very much so.”\par

“Were not the relics very ancient?”\par

“Well, two of them were, beyond question.”\par

“And did the inspection of them add greatly to your
fund of knowledge?” persisted Dick.\par

“Greatly,” declared Zenas. “I know much more than
I did when I left this hotel.”\par

“Then I fail to understand why you seem so terribly
disappointed. You said you expected to return here
a much wiser man.”\par

“And if I’m not wiser,” said the professor, “I ought
to be shot, that’s all! I have this day learned something
I’ll never forget. Don’t ask another question! I
decline to discuss the matter further. But I will say
that no man is too old to learn, and sometimes a man
who thinks himself very wise discovers that he’s a big
fool. I’m going to lie down and rest now, for I need
it. I am quite exhausted.”\par

He closed the door between the two rooms.\par

“I must tell Dunbar and Nadia about it,” chuckled
Buckhart. “Come on, Dick; let’s go see them.”\par

“You go ahead,” nodded Merriwell. “I have a letter
to write, and I think I’ll do it now.”\par

Buckhart was not gone long, and there was something
of a worried look on his face when he returned.\par

“Well, did they appreciate the joke?” questioned
Dick, without looking up.\par

“I didn’ tell them.”\par

“Didn’t?”\par

“No.”\par

“Why not?”\par

“They’re not in.”\par

“Oh, that’s it! Where have they gone?”\par

“I don’t know. I inquired and found they left the
hotel about two hours ago. They did not take a carriage,
or even engage donkeys. They walked out,
without stating whither they intended to go.”\par

“Well, it’s likely they’ll return soon.”\par

“I hope so.”\par

Buckhart’s tone caused Dick to look up quickly.\par

“What’s the matter, Brad?” he asked.\par

“I’m worried, pard,” confessed the Texan.\par

“About them? Oh, nonsense; they’re all right.”\par

“They may be; but you know Budthorne is a mighty
poor protector for a girl, and Nadia has been watched
by that strange man we observed.”\par

“That is, she thought that man was watching her;
but she was not sure of it.”\par

“She was pretty sure. He was a Turk, and you
know what happened to her in Damascus.”\par

“Which, therefore, will not happen again. Don’t be
foolish, old man.”\par

“You remember that other man—the one we saw
join the Turk on Citadel Hill?”\par

“Yes.”\par

“I dreamed about him last night, Dick.”\par

“Did you?”\par

“Sure; and it was a bad dream. I thought you and
I were walking along a dark street, in a strange city,
when that other man came up behind us suddenly. I
turned just in time to see him drive a knife into your
back, but not in time to check him. You fell! Then
I sprang on your murderer and flung him to the
ground. I had him by the throat and I dragged him
to a corner, where there was a light. When I had
pulled him into the light I discovered that he was Chester
Arlington.”\par

“Well, you see how foolish dreams are, Brad. Chet
Arlington is at Fardale, thousands of miles away.”\par

“That’s all right. I don’t opine the chap we saw
was Arlington; but somehow I have the idea that he’s
an enemy to you, and just as dangerous an enemy as
Chet Arlington.”\par

“If you take stock in dreams, you’ll be calling on
fortune tellers, next.”\par

“Oh, you laugh! You wait and see! That dream
meant something.”\par

Brad relapsed into silence, and Dick went on with
his writing.\par

Ten minutes later they heard the sound of running
feet on the stairs and outside their door. The door
was burst open, and Dunbar Budthorne, ghastly white
and shaking in every limb, reeled in.\par

Buckhart made a great leap and seized the fellow.\par

“For Heaven’s sake, Budthorne, what has happened?”
he hoarsely demanded.\par

“Nadia!” gasped the agitated young man, seeming
barely able to utter the word.\par

“Nadia!” grated Brad. “Something has happened
to her? Speak, man!”\par

“We were walking——”\par

“Go on!”\par

“Suddenly several men sprang out on us. They
tried to seize Nadia. I—I did my best. I sought to
protect her. One fellow snatched her from me. Another
hit me on the head and knocked me down. But
I saw the one who seized her—saw him face to face!
I knew him. It was Miguel Bunol!”\par

Brad fell back as if struck in the face. Dick uttered
an exclamation of incredulity.\par

“You’re crazy, Budthorne!” he palpitated. “Your
eyes deceived you! Bunol cannot be here, for the Bedouins
carried him away to sell him into slavery in
Arabia.”\par

“I don’t care about that,” declared Budthorne, positively;
“Bunol was with those men who attacked us—he
seized Nadia. I know him! I cannot be deceived!”\par

“But Nadia,” questioned Brad; “what became of
her?”\par

“I was stunned for the time,” said Dunbar. “When
I recovered the men were gone and she had disappeared.
I ran about aimlessly, but something guided
me to the river. I saw them in a boat that was rowing
off to a small yacht. I saw them lift my sister from
the boat over the rail into the yacht. Steam was up.
The yacht hoisted anchor and away it went up the
river. All this time I was running up and down the
bank, trying to hire some one to take me off to the
yacht in a boat. No one would. And when the yacht
was far up the river I turned and came back here as
fast as I could. Oh, Nadia—poor Nadia! How can
we save her?”\par

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CHAPTER XXVIII—IN BUNOL’S POWER}

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A small but handsome private yacht, under full head
of steam, was making its swift course up the Nile.\par

In the tiny, Orientally furnished cabin of this yacht,
Miguel Bunol stood with his feet wide apart, his hands
in his pockets, puffing at a cigarette and triumphantly
regarding a cowering, pale-faced, red-eyed girl.\par

Bunol’s manner was insolent and self-satisfied in
the extreme. He felt that he was master of the situation
at last and his heart beat high with exultation.\par

Nadia glanced at him in terror. She had crept as
far from him as possible.\par

“I am greatly sorry to cause you such vast distress,”
said the young Spaniard, with pretended regret.\par

Her lips curled.\par

“You, sorry!” she exclaimed chokingly.\par

“No doubt you do not believe me, but it is true, my
dear—I swear it is true.”\par

Her eyes began to flash.\par

“You know you are lying, you monster!”\par

“At least,” he retorted, with a dark smile, “your
spirit is not broken, and I like that. You made such a
terrible disturbance, and you did weep so much that
I feared you would not have any spirit left. I admire
the girl of spirit, and for the one who cows and whimpers,
like a whipped puppy, I have but little regard.”\par

She was silent, but scorn and loathing continued to
gleam in her eyes.\par

“I regret to the exceeding limit that we felt it necessary
to pursue the course we did, but we dared not
wait longer.”\par

“We? You mean yourself.”\par

“There is another concerned.”\par

“What other?”\par

“My friend, Medjid Bey. He is the owner of this
yacht.”\par

“A Turk! A worthy comrade!”\par

“Medjid Bey is a Turkish gentleman of high rank.
He stands high in the regard of the sultan.”\par

“I am glad to know the name of your accomplice in
this dastardly piece of business.”\par

“Oh, you will know him far better before this affair
is over. He is a splendid fellow. Only for that, at
this moment you might be under arrest, and on your
way back to Damascus, or to Constantinople.”\par

She betrayed her total disbelief in the words of
Bunol.\par

“I give you the assurance of a gentleman that I
speak the truth,” he bowed.\par

“The assurance of a gentleman!” she exclaimed. “A
fine gentleman! A gambler, a scheming scoundrel!”\par

“You misjudge me greatly, Nadia. You have never
understood me. From the first I took a friendly interest
in your brother. I knew his weaknesses, and I
tried——”\par

“You tried to ruin him! You got him into your
power by drugging him. The drug you gave him made
him the slave of drink, and you did not permit its
effect to wear off. When it seemed about to wear off,
you gave him more of the drug. Friendly interest!
You were making him a drunkard!”\par

“It is useless to argue with a girl. Women do not
reason. What they believe they believe, without sense
or judgment.”\par

“I believe what I know. You had Dunbar in your
grip, in London. Since then he has never been himself.
His spirit is broken and his courage gone.”\par

“Surely he lacks courage, else he would not have deserted
you to-day. He ran away in the most cowardly
manner when we appeared. It was our intention to
take him along with you. I thought you would feel
better about it if you had him for company.”\par

Nadia felt a twinge of shame for her brother, who
had displayed the white feather in the most pitiful
manner.\par

The account of the affair, as given by Budthorne to
Merriwell and Buckhart, was true with the single exception
of Dunbar’s statement that he had defended
Nadia until struck down. This part of the story he
had founded on Dick’s experience in defense of the
girl in Damascus. His befuddled and unimaginable
brain had been incapable of devising a different yarn.\par

“No wonder he fears you, Miguel Bunol!” panted
the girl. “He has every reason to fear you.”\par

“That is no excuse for his cowardly conduct. No
brave man ever deserts a lady in time of peril.”\par

“Perhaps you think yourself competent to judge a
brave man?” she sneered. “Perhaps you really believe
yourself brave?”\par

“I know what I am! but, with your brother concerned,
I wish to make no unpleasant comparisons.”\par

“How kind of you! You are such a gallant gentleman!”\par

Her scorn was scorching, but he declined to be
touched by it. Coolly he lighted a fresh cigarette.\par

“Where is the master of this boat?” she suddenly
demanded, half starting up. “I demand to see him!”\par

“All in good time, my dear. You shall see him
soon.”\par

“Now! He must listen to me! He must explain his
conduct! You have deceived him! You have lied to
him! He cannot realize what he is doing!”\par

“You are wholly mistaken, I assure you. Medjid
Bey understands quite perfectly what he is doing.”\par

“It is unlawful! It is a crime!”\par

“He has learned of a certain crime that was lately
committed in Damascus.”\par

“You mean——”\par

“I speak of the murder of Hafsa Pasha, a countryman
of Medjid Bey.”\par

“How does that concern me?”\par

“You know you are concerned. In Damascus it is
said an American adventuress ensnared Hafsa Pasha,
and her friends killed him.”\par

“Which is a wretched story to hide the truth that
Hafsa Pasha brutally seized and imprisoned an American
girl. The story is told to shield the Pasha in case
the affair should be too closely investigated.”\par

“Perhaps so; but you know by experience that the
people of Damascus believe it, for you were compelled
to flee from the city in disguise to escape the enraged
Moslems. Had you fallen into the hands of that
mob you would have been torn limb from limb.”\par

“Still you—fine gentleman that you are—threatened
to deliver me over, and, to prevent you, Dick Merriwell
and Brad Buckhart seized, bound and gagged you
and fastened you in a closet of the German hotel!”\par

“My dear Nadia, I had no thought of permitting you
to fall into the hands of the mob; but I did wish to
bring those fool boys to terms by frightening them.”\par

“You found them boys you could not frighten.”\par

“They are young idiots! They do not know enough
to be afraid!”\par

“You followed us after we escaped from the city.”\par

“And overtook you, too, aided by the Bedouins I
engaged.”\par

“You did not overtake Dunbar and me.”\par

“But I did overtake Merriwell, Buckhart and that
old fool professor.”\par

“Yes. Then you had Dick Merriwell stripped and
were on the point of having him cruelly whipped. You
threatened to have him sold into slavery in Arabia.”\par

“Which would have been his fate only for the unlucky
appearance of that old devil of a sheik, Ras al
Had. He turned up with his followers at the wrong
moment.”\par

“At the right moment!” cried Nadia. “The whipping
you intended for Merriwell you received yourself.”\par

Bunol’s face flushed.\par

“Yes,” he said, in a low, fierce tone. “The scars
are on my back, and I shall bear them to the grave.”\par

“Retribution!”\par

“The end is not yet. I have sworn to make Merriwell
suffer, even as I suffered!”\par

“That shows your true nature and the blackness of
your heart, for it was not Dick Merriwell that caused
you to be whipped. Ras al Had was the one. Dick
interfered, or you would have been lashed until you
fainted.”\par

“Why did he interfere? I know! It was because
he feared I would be so weakened by the punishment
that I would not be able to stand the journey to Arabia.
He left me with those Bedouins, who were commanded
to take me out of Syria and sell me into slavery in
Arabia. He intended that I should perish a wretched
slave of black men.”\par

“Which was the fate you had chosen for him and
would have forced on him, only for the fortunate coming
of the sheik. Do you never think that there is such
a thing as retributive justice? I shuddered and was
sorry for you when I learned what had happened. But
now—now my only regret is that you escaped!”\par

“Well, I did escape, and I am here—to wreak
vengeance on Merriwell!”\par

“And it was Ras al Had who commanded the Bedouins
to carry you into captivity, not Merriwell.
Merriwell did not know of the sheik’s order until he
was far away and it was impossible for him to do anything.”\par

“He has told you that, but he lied! He urged old
Ras al Had to do it! I know him, for did he not try
to murder me in the tent of the Bedouin chief?”\par

“When you had goaded him beyond endurance by
your taunts and your threats of whipping and slavery.
You thought he would not touch you, because he has
wonderful command of his temper; but you found out
your mistake when he fastened his hands on your
throat.”\par

“He told you of that? He boasted of it?”\par

“Never a word of it have I received from him. Brad
Buckhart told me.”\par

“That fellow? Well, what I have in store for him
is only second to what shall befall Merriwell. I was
not carried into captivity. I am here, and I have
struck a blow. The end will come soon.”\par

“How you escaped I do not know, but——”\par

“I will tell you. I know many Turks of influence.
I have had dealings with the Turkish secret police,
and——”\par

“Through your lies the secret police compelled Dick,
Brad and Professor Gunn to leave Constantinople,” interrupted
Nadia.\par

The Spaniard smiled in a satisfied manner.\par

“I think the information I furnished led to their
being warned to leave the city,” he bowed. “Let me
go on. Knowing a number of Turkish gentlemen of
rank, I was able to impress old Ali Beha, the chief of
the Bedouins, who had been commanded to sell me
into slavery. I saw my only hope was to bribe and
frighten the ignorant old chief into releasing me.
That was no simple matter, for Ali Beha feared the
sheik, Ras al Had. However, all the wires I worked
as best I knew how. I talked to Ali Beha and told him
how, if my Turkish friends ever learned what had
happened, they would be furious and seek to have him
punished. I told him that Ras al Had was now an
outcast, having slain Hafsa Pasha. I told him he was
aiding the accomplices of Ras al Had to escape, which
would enrage the sultan when he learned what had
taken place. I offered bribes and made promises. Ali
Beha seemed immovable, and I was in despair.\par

“Think of me, a helpless captive, believing I was
doomed to slavery in burning Arabia! The thought
of such a fate maddened me. I nearly lost my reason.
At times I raved and prayed. But through it all I kept
saying I would live to be revenged on Dick Merriwell.”\par

“It was the fate you first devised for him,” said the
girl, “and your suffering was your punishment.”\par

Bunol snapped his fingers.\par

“Whenever I recovered from those fits of despair,”
he continued, “something seemed to whisper in my ear
that there was yet hope and that I would not become
a slave. I did not know Ali Beha had sent two of his
men on fleet horses to Damascus to investigate my
statements; but this was what he had done. He waited
for those men to return. They came back in time, and
they informed him that it was true that Ras al Had
had become an outcast, having slain Hafsa Pasha on
account of an old score. They also told the sheik that
they had found I was known to the Turks I had
claimed as my friends.\par

“Then Ali Beha’s manner toward me underwent a
change. I was no longer a captive. He escorted me to
the nearest village and set me free. From that village
I made all haste to reach the port of Akka, believing
Merriwell would take flight from Syria as soon as he
could. I did hope he would be detained; but at Akka I
soon discovered he had found a way to get off in a
steamer for Alexandria. Fortunately for him, news
travels slowly in Syria, and the officials had not learned
that he was suspected of having something to do with
the murder of Hafsa Pasha. Either that was the case,
or the Turks, knowing he had not really committed the
crime, were willing that he should get away. The latter
supposition may be the truth. I confess that I am
half inclined to so regard it. Later I will explain why.\par

“Well, I followed to Alexandria, and from that port
I traced Merriwell to Cairo. Arriving at Cairo, I met
Medjid Bey. He had been cruising in his own yacht,
on which we now are. It happened that I had met
Medjid Bey before in Syria, where I did him a special
favor, which he had not forgotten. I lost no time
in telling him all that had happened in Syria. He was
interested. I could not keep watch of you and your
friends without running great risks of detection. He
agreed to watch you.”\par

“And he is the man who annoyed me so much!”\par

“Exactly, my dear. He informed me that you had
observed him and grown suspicious of him. While he
was watching you we had sent word to Damascus that
Merriwell and Buckhart, the two American boys who
were present when Hafsa Pasha was slain, had been
located in Cairo. We waited for Turkish officials to
come to arrest them.\par

“But I found Merriwell was growing restless. I
feared he would somehow learn that I was near. In
case he did so learn, it was likely he would take flight.
I have had some experience in following him, and I
know he is most baffling. He vanishes like a shadow,
and he seems to leave no track behind. Besides, my
dear, I did not mean to lose you again. Then I finally
induced Medjid Bey to carry out a little scheme at the
first opportunity. The opportunity came to-day, while
you were out walking with your brother. We seized
you, and it was our intention to take your brother also,
but he fled. Now you know why you are brought
here.”\par

“I don’t know!” cried Nadia passionately. “I don’t
understand! What can you hope to accomplish?”\par

“I can keep Merriwell from taking flight. He will
follow you. In Cairo it is dangerous to strike; but in
the wild country up the Nile I shall be able to wreak
vengeance on him. The very fact that no officers were
sent to arrest him made me determine to strike the
blow myself. The officers might have reached here ere
this, and so I reason that the Turkish government is
glad to have him out of the country.”\par

Nadia regarded the man with increased loathing and
hatred.\par

“In the end you will meet your just deserts!” she
cried.\par

“In the end I will have you, and the enemies I hate
shall be swept from the face of the earth. Somewhere
up this river the end of the struggle must come. After
that, you and I will hasten away to some better land.
Your brother shall be spared, and we’ll take him with
us. In time you will learn to admire the man who
never rested until he had crushed his enemies.”\par

“Admire you? You are insane to fancy such a
thing! I despise you! I loathe you! To me you are
like a venomous serpent! Had I ever entertained for
you a spark of pity, you have quenched it. Where is
this man Medjid Bey? Let me talk to him.”\par

“As you like,” said Bunol, lifting his eyebrows and
shrugging his shoulders. “It will give you no satisfaction.
I will send him here.”\par

Bowing gracefully, he retired from the cabin.\par

After a moment Nadia started up, a wild light in
her eyes. She faltered a bit, then swiftly crossed to
leave the cabin. The man she had so often seen watching
her in Cairo entered and blocked her path.\par

“You—you are Medjid Bey?” she breathed.\par

“That is my name, lady.”\par

“You own this yacht?”\par

“The {\itshape{Kayala}} is mine.”\par

“Do you know what you are doing?”\par

“I think so.”\par

“You are committing a crime! I have never harmed
you. I am a helpless girl. You look like a gentleman.
I appeal to your manhood, your honor! Before it is
too late, turn back and set me free. Have no part in
this wicked deed. Bunol has lied to you. He has led
you to think he has been wronged. It is false! He is
a scoundrel of the blackest dye, and he has committed
all the wrongs. My brother is back there in Cairo. He
will be distracted. My friends are there. They will
be pained. Take me back—please take me back! I
beg—I entreat——”\par

She fell on her knees, seeking to clasp his hands.\par

“My dear lady, I beg you rise. It pains me to see
you thus distressed.”\par

“You will listen? You will take me back to my
friends?”\par

“I will take it into consideration. In the meantime
do not fear for your personal safety. No harm shall
befall you while you are on the {\itshape{Kayala}}. I give you my
word. Do nothing rash, but wait and trust.”\par

He was anxious to get away, and he bowed low once
more, hastening from the cabin.\par

Nadia fell at full length on the floor.\par

“Heaven protect me!” she moaned. “He will do
nothing, and I am in the power of Miguel Bunol!”\par

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CHAPTER XXIX—THE PURSUIT ON THE RIVER}

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It was night in Egypt. The silver moonlight fell on
the shining, silent Nile, its low shores lined with shadowy
palms. Up the Nile a small excursion steamer was
spluttering and throbbing, showing its lights.\par

It was a strange and unusual hour for a steamer to
be moving on that portion of the Nile, where but few
steamers are ever seen. Traffic on this river is carried
on mainly with the aid of {\itshape{dahabeahs}}, which are immense
combined sail and row boats, having a low forward
deck and a large cabin aft.\par

Forward, near the pilot house of the little excursion
steamer, there were a number of persons. They were
conversing in low tones and keeping a sharp outlook
ahead and on either side.\par

Dick, Brad, Professor Gunn, and Dunbar Budthorne
were there. There were also two others in the
party, and these were Colonel Stringer and John Coddington.\par

“There’s a deep shadow over yonder in the bend of
the river, pard,” said Buckhart, in a low tone. “They
may be lying in there somewhere.”\par

Immediately Dick turned to the man at the wheel
and gave an order. The course of the steamer was
changed and she headed toward the shadow that lay in
the bend of the river. The pilot ran as near as he
dared, on account of the shallowness of the water. He
then informed Dick that they could not go in farther.\par

“I think it is near enough,” said the boy. “We can
see now. There’s no yacht lying in there.”\par

The pilot declared it impossible that a small yacht
should lie hidden from their view anywhere in the
shadowy space, and Dick told him to head up the river
again and get into the channel, from which both shores
could be watched.\par

In order to make sure they did not pass the yacht for
which they were searching, it was necessary at times
for the steamer to make a sinuous, winding course
from side to side, the river being wide in many places.\par

This steamer was one of two excursion boats which
made trips from Cairo far up the river to the ruins of
ancient Thebes and other spots of historic interest.\par

Dick Merriwell had lost little time after learning
from Dunbar Budthorne that Nadia had been carried
up the river in the private yacht of the strange Turk.
He formed his plans rapidly and went to work.\par

The first thing was to decide on some method of
pursuit, and he quickly concluded that they must follow
in a yacht or steamer.\par

No yacht could be secured, and so he sought for a
steamer. One of the boats was up the river. The
other, and smaller one, had just returned from a trip
and was advertised to leave again in two days.\par

Dick had no small difficulty in finding the captain,
but this he finally accomplished. The captain was a
Swede. At first he seemed to think the American boy
was crazy, but it did not take Richard Merriwell long
to convince that Swede of his sanity and earnestness.\par

The captain stated that he must have a sum representing nearly a hundred dollars a day for the use of
his boat. Dick agreed to pay it. The captain grinned
and asked him where he was going to get so much
money.\par

Then the American lad flashed a purse, the clinking
sound of its contents causing the eyes of the Swede to
glitter.\par

“How much advance money do you demand?” asked
Dick.\par

The captain said he would require two days’ pay.\par

“And then you will be ready to start——”\par

“It’s night now,” said the Swede. “Ay be rady to
start in mornang.”\par

“You must be ready to start in just sixty minutes,”
said Dick.\par

“Ay can’t do it.”\par

“If you are ready to start in sixty minutes I’ll pay
you this amount extra.”\par

The boy laid down four pieces of money.\par

“Ay be rady,” said the captain, taking up the money.\par

In the meantime Professor Gunn had met and told
Colonel Stringer, and the colonel had carried the story
to his English friend, Coddington. These men were
eager to join in the pursuit of Nadia’s captors. They
were on hand when Dick and Brad appeared and announced
the securing of the steamer.\par

“My dear Coddington,” said the colonel, “the prospect
of a little fighting makes my blood stir. Are yo’
armed, suh?”\par

“I have my pistol, don’t you know,” answered the
Englishman.\par

“Very good, suh. I have two pistols, and I can use
them both. We’ll make it red-hot fo’ this Spaniard
and his Turkish friend, if we evah catch them.”\par

“But I’m afraid we’ll never catch them,” said Coddington.
“This steamer the boy has secured is a slow
old tub.”\par

“We’ll overtake them if we have to pursue them
clean up to Lake Victoria Nyanza,” declared Dick
grimly. “I don’t see why they turned up the river, if
they wish to get away.”\par

“That’s what puzzled me up a plenty, pard,” put in
Buckhart. “Mebbe Budthorne made a mistake; mebbe
the Turk’s yacht went down the river.”\par

But Budthorne insisted that he had made no mistake,
and so, when they had boarded the excursion steamer
and found everything ready for the start, they headed
toward the upper waters of the Nile.\par

“Look there!”\par

“Where?”\par

The exclamation and the question were spoken in a
whisper. Dick uttered the first; the second came from
several of his companions.\par

“Close to the shore in that cove yonder.”\par

“What do you see?”\par

“Looks like the black hulk of a boat in the shadow
of those thick palms.”\par

“It sure does look that way!” palpitated Buckhart.\par

“But it may be one of these river boats, don’t you
know,” said Coddington. “They find many places
where they swing in to the shore and tie up.”\par

“She shows no light,” said Colonel Stringer.\par

Dick spoke to the pilot.\par

“Can you run in there?” he asked. “We think we
see a boat near the shore.”\par

The pilot explained that the river was quite deep
there, such current as there was being thrown near the
bank by its winding course. He sounded the bell for
half speed and the steamer glided toward the deep
shadows.\par

Professor Gunn was very nervous.\par

“We must be near the site of old Memphis,” he said.
“The ruins are covered by a great palm grove, and
you can see plenty of palms there, on the shore.”\par

But the others were watching the small, dark hulk
that lay near the shore close under the shadow of the
palms, through which the light from the low-lying
moon sifted in spots.\par

“Whoever is on board there, they ought to know
we’re coming,” growled Buckhart, disgusted by the
fuss made by the little steamer, which was snorting
and wheezing in a manner to be heard afar in the wonderful
silence of that Egyptian night.\par

“I think some one is stirring, don’t you know,” said
Coddington. “I fancied I saw something move.”\par

Dick had fancied the same. To him it seemed as if
some dark figures left the steamer and slipped away
into the gloom of the palms. Once something like a
muffled cry came out across the water, but the wheezing
of the steamer prevented them from hearing it distinctly.
Even though it were a cry of some sort, they
knew it might come from a night bird or a prowling
wild beast amid the ruins of the ancient city.\par

Suddenly and unexpectedly a bar of light shot out
from the black hulk near the shore. It struck in their
faces, dazzling and blinding them.\par

Involuntarily they half crouched, while several of
them reached for their weapons.\par

“A searchlight!” exclaimed Dick. “We’ve found
the yacht! Look out for trouble!”\par

“There sure is liable to be some shooting!” breathed
Buckhart; “and we’re mighty fine targets here in this
light. Look out for bullets!”\par

Then a voice hailed them. Some one called to them
in Turkish. It was a challenge, although they did not
understand the words.\par

“Talk English,” cried Dick. “We don’t understand
that lingo.”\par

“No, we don’t savvy it any at all,” said Buckhart.\par

“Are you trying to collide with me?” demanded a
voice from behind the searchlight. “Keep off!”\par

“He savvys United States all right,” said Brad, in
deep satisfaction. “Now we can powwow with him.”\par

The captain of the steamer gave a signal for the
engineer to reverse his engines.\par

“Who are you?” demanded Dick.\par

“What right have you to ask?” was the indignant
retort.\par

“We take the right. Better answer.”\par

“I am a peaceful individual seeking to get some
sleep. Why do you come pounding in here with your
noisy old boat and disturb my rest?”\par

“He’s a whole lot saucy,” growled the Texan.\par

“We are looking for a private yacht, owned by a
Turkish gentleman,” explained Dick.\par

“A Turkish gentleman—not!” muttered Buckhart.\par

“You are friends?” was the inquiry from behind the
source of the light.\par

“Not exactly; but we have important business with
the gentleman.”\par

“What’s his name?”\par

“What’s your name?”\par

Dick was talking to give the captain time to bring
the steamer alongside the yacht, which was no simple
task under the circumstances.\par

Evidently the unknown did not fancy Dick’s manner
of speech, for he again commanded them to keep off.\par

“If you touch my boat you will mar her,” he said.
“I don’t know you. You may be scoundrels, robbers,
assassins.”\par

“We’re looking for some scoundrels,” said the
Texan, in a low tone; “and I certain reckon we’ve
found them. Get ready to board that boat, and be prepared
to fight.”\par

“I warn you to keep off!” angrily shouted the voice
of the unseen man. “We’ll have to defend ourselves.”\par

“If you’re on the level,” said Dick, “you have nothing
to fear from us; but we are determined to make an
investigation and find out who and what you are.”\par

“We may fire on you.”\par

“Better not.”\par

“We can. You are in the light, while it is impossible
for you to see us.”\par

“If you do any shooting, you’ll regret it.”\par

During this “game of talk” the pilot was manipulating
the steamer as skillfully as possible, the bell tinkling
nervously and frequently in the engine room.\par

Dick felt something touch his leg and glanced down.
Dunbar Budthorne, agitated and cowering, was crouching
on his knees in the shadow of the rail at the boy’s
feet.\par

“Get up!” muttered Dick, in a low tone. “Don’t let
them see they have frightened anybody. We must
bluff this thing through.”\par

“They may begin shooting any moment,” chattered
the cowering fellow. “If they do, they can pick us all
off easily. You’ll be the first one killed, too, for Bunol
thirsts for your blood.”\par

Not another one of the group had sought shelter.
Colonel Stringer, his gray mustache bristling, was
standing erect with his shoulders squared toward the
enemy, while John Coddington was planted near, his
hands on his hips. Buckhart was close to the rail, his
square jaw set, fire in his eyes. The professor, inspired
by the others, had not betrayed any alarm, although
Dick fancied he was ready to drop and seek
shelter the instant any trouble began.\par

In the very forefront was Merriwell.\par

The enemy seemed in doubt, and while they hesitated
the steamer bumped against the side of the yacht.\par

The moment the two boats touched Dick and Brad
were on the jump. The searchlight no longer bore on
them. They leaped to the rail and went over it. From
the steamer they sprang to the deck of the yacht.\par

Colonel Stringer followed, only he was somewhat
more cautious. He was a moment ahead of Coddington.\par

Dick had a pistol in his hand when his feet struck
the deck of the yacht. Buckhart also had drawn a
weapon.\par

They found themselves confronted by two men,
both of whom seemed unarmed.\par

“Is this the way peaceable persons behave?” asked
a cuttingly sarcastic voice. “You have boarded my
yacht in defiance of my wishes, and, if my eyes do not
deceive me in this light, you have weapons in your
hands.”\par

“We shall not use our weapons unless you force us
to use them,” said Dick. “Have no fear of that.”\par

“Under the circumstances,” said the stranger, “you
must confess that you have given us great provocation.
We should have been justified in firing on you as you
drew near, for your movements have been hostile all
along.”\par

“I reckon there was a right good reason why you
did no shooting,” put in Brad.\par

“And that reason was—what?”\par

“You didn’t dare.”\par

“Oh, but any man has a right to defend himself and
his property. You are wrong in thinking we did not
dare. What had we to fear?”\par

“The row it would raise if you did fire on us. You
bet your boots shooting of that sort would have kicked
up a rumpus.”\par

“Your logic is poor. However, I do not intend
arguing with you. Now that you are here, be good
enough to state your business instantly. As soon as
possible I wish you to retire.”\par

“I presume you haven’t the least idea of the nature
of our business?” said Dick sarcastically.\par

“Not the least, I assure you.”\par

“Where is Miguel Bunol?”\par

“Who is that?”\par

“Miguel Bunol.”\par

“You will pardon me, but I fear I have not the
pleasure of the gentleman’s acquaintance.”\par

“You are a Turk?”\par

“Yes.”\par

“You own this yacht?”\par

“Yes.”\par

“You are the man so often seen watching our party
in Cairo.”\par

“I think you must be mistaken. I do not seem to
remember you. However, if you will step forward a
little, I’ll have the searchlight turned on you. I may
be able to recognize you then.”\par

“Trick, pard!” hissed the Texan. “At close range
they may begin the shooting if they get us into the
light.”\par

“Wait a minute,” invited Stringer. “Let me say
something, if yo’ please.”\par

Then he addressed the owner of the yacht.\par

“Suh,” he said, “I am Stringer, suh, Colonel Weatherby
Stringer, at one time of the khedive’s army. I
am visiting Egypt again after a lapse of some years,
suh, but I assure yo’ I have friends of power and influence
in Cairo and Alexandria. In case harm comes
to me, suh, the whole affair will be investigated, and
yo’ will find yo’self the sufferer if yo’ are in any degree
at fault. That’s all I have to say, suh. Now go ahead
and use your old searchlight as much as yo’ like.”\par

This was the little man’s defiance.\par

“Perhaps you may not know me?” broke in the Englishman.
“I am John Coddington, and I have a large
business interest in Cairo. If I should happen to get
shot to-night, I assure you, don’t you know, that it
would be a very serious matter for any one who did the
shooting.”\par

The stranger bowed.\par

“It happened, gentlemen,” he said, “that I fancied I
recognized you both when the searchlight was turned
on your boat.”\par

That seemed to explain why no shooting had been
done. The presence of Stringer and Coddington had
held the enemy in check.\par

The enemy? Were these two men the only ones on
the yacht? Surely not. Our friends knew there must
be more, but where were they?\par

“Now,” said Dick, “as we are beginning to understand
each other, we will inform you further that we
are looking for a Spaniard by the name of Miguel
Bunol. It is known that he proceeded up the river on
the private yacht of a Turkish gentleman. I hardly
fancy there is another such yacht on this part of the
river.”\par

“And so you think this man you seek must be on
board my boat?”\par

“Exactly.”\par

“He is not.”\par

“Do you deny that he has been? Do you deny that
he brought a young girl on board this yacht against
her will?”\par

The owner of the yacht laughed disdainfully.\par

“Deny it?” he exclaimed. “Of course I do!”\par

“Then you lie!” shouted a voice, as Dunbar Budthorne
came leaping from the steamer to the yacht
and rushed forward to confront the cool Turk. “I
saw her brought on board! This is the yacht! She
is here! Search the boat!”\par

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The Turk did not shrink before Budthorne. He remained
unruffled as he said:\par

“Very well; search the boat, gentlemen. As I know
two of you to be responsible, you have my permission
to look the yacht over from stem to stern.”\par

“It’s a bluff!” growled Buckhart.\par

But in his heart Dick was beginning to fear that
neither Nadia nor Bunol would be found on the yacht.\par

Budthorne was greatly wrought up, and he urged
the others to come on.\par

The Turk spoke to his companion, who stepped
aside and disappeared.\par

A moment later lights flashed up all over the yacht.\par

The Turk stood smiling in the light of an electric
lantern, his manner indicating his confidence in the
result of the impending search.\par

The lights showed two men forward, where they
had been standing in the shadow of the pilot house.\par

They were the pilot and engineer. One was a Greek
and the other an Armenian.\par

“Are these all of your crew?” demanded John Coddington.\par

“Yes, sir.”\par

Now that the lights were on, Professor Gunn came
crawling cautiously over the rail onto the deck of the
yacht, to which the steamer had been made fast.\par

“Hum! ha!” he coughed. “I must see that nothing
is neglected. Proceed with the search, gentlemen.”\par

Medjid Bey, the owner of the yacht, lighted a Turkish
cigarette and puffed away with indifference as the
boarders began searching the yacht.\par

It did not take long to search the small, but elegant
craft from one end to the other, and not a trace of
Nadia or Bunol was found.\par

Budthorne was infuriated. He seemed almost deranged.\par

“What have they done with her?” he cried. “What
have they done with my sister?”\par

Brad and Dick held a consultation in low tones.\par

“We’re tricked, pard,” said the Texan. “The Spanish
snake and the dirty Turk have fooled us. What
can we do? They’ve carried Nadia off. I’m for taking
that Mohammedan varmint by the throat and
squeezing the truth out of him.”\par

“I’m afraid we can’t get at the truth that way,” said
Dick. “It is a bad piece of business.”\par

“Bad! Pard, if that Spaniard harms a hair of
Nadia’s head I’ll skin him alive! You hear me warble!
I’ll kill him by inches!”\par

Dick walked toward the stern of the yacht, which
had swung quite close to the shore. Indeed, not more
than twelve or fourteen feet of water lay between that
end of the yacht and the bank, showing that the water
was very deep there.\par

Merriwell stood looking into the shadows of the
palm grove, feeling desperate and baffled. Suddenly
in the gloom of the grove there was a red spout of fire.\par

The report of a pistol startled the peaceful night.
Dick Merriwell dropped on the deck of the yacht. A
roar of fury burst from the lips of Brad Buckhart.
With two great leaps he reached the rail of the yacht
and perched on it. Then he uprose and flung himself
forward in a spring for the bank.\par

He cleared the space and landed on the shore. Recklessly
he charged into the palm grove, a pistol in his
hand. The Texan believed his comrade had been shot
down in a dastardly manner, and his heart was filled
with a mad longing for vengeance.\par

He ran toward the spot where the flash of the
weapon had been seen. Through a dim bit of moonlight
ahead of him a figure seemed to flit. That glimpse
was enough for the Texan. He flung up his hand
and his pistol barked twice.\par

“Give me a fair look at ye, and I’ll certain get ye!”
he panted.\par

He came to some ruined steps of stone and stumbled
down them, losing his footing and falling sprawling
at the foot. But he was up in a moment, and again
he fancied he caught a glimpse of a flitting form.\par

Crack! Once more he fired.\par

“Bet I nipped him then!” he snarled.\par

He continued the mad pursuit, little reckoning what
might happen, thinking only that he might reach the
person who had shot down his friend and wreak
vengeance for the dastardly act.\par

Suddenly right ahead of him the red fire spouted
and a singing bullet brushed his ear. At the same moment
Brad struck his foot against a broken column of
marble which had been unearthed from the ruins and
went headlong to the earth.\par

It must have seemed that he had been dropped by
the bullet. At any rate, with a cry of satisfaction, a
man leaped up and came at him.\par

Buckhart rose to his knees. He had dropped his revolver,
else he could have shot the other. As it was,
the man flung himself on the Texan, hurling him backward
to the earth.\par

“I have you,” snarled a voice, “and when I am done
both my enemies will be dead and out of the way!”\par

It was the voice of Bunol!\par

It was now a hand-to-hand struggle for life or death,
amid the palms which grew above the buried city of
Memphis. What little moonlight sifted through and
fell upon the combatants simply served to make the
desperate struggle seem all the more terrible.\par

Although taken thus at a disadvantage, Buckhart
was a fighter every inch of him, and he was not immediately
overcome by the murderous Spaniard.\par

Bunol had flung his whole weight on the Texan, and
Brad’s head struck against a block of stone, causing
him to see stars; yet the American lad clutched the
wrist of his antagonist and held fast.\par

It was well he did so, for the Spaniard had drawn
a knife, and this he was trying hard to use.\par

Bunol cursed in Spanish. He twisted and squirmed,
seeking to free his hand. He was astonished at the
strength of Buckhart, for he believed the Texan had
been brought down by a bullet and was sorely
wounded.\par

“You die hard, American dog!” he panted; “but die
you shall!”\par

“Not by your hand, you varmint!” retorted Brad.\par

“Oh, I’ll kill you yet!”\par

The Texan was gathering his strength, and suddenly
there was an upheaval, Bunol being unable to pin the
husky chap to the ground. Snarling like a mad dog,
the Spaniard writhed in an eellike effort to escape from
the clutch that continued to render his knife hand
helpless.\par

Powerful though he was, Buckhart felt his hold
slipping. There was perspiration on Bunol’s wrist
and on the Texan’s fingers. The task of maintaining
that grip grew more and more difficult.\par

Still Buckhart realized that it was possible his life
depended on his success in clinging to the fellow’s
wrist.\par

Suddenly Bunol snapped his hand free.\par

“Now,” he snarled; “now I kill you!”\par

But, even as he struck, Buckhart sent him backward
with a surge, and the keen blade merely slashed the
sleeve of the American lad.\par

Brad fancied he knew just where he had dropped
his pistol, and he hastily felt round for the weapon.\par

“Let me get it,” he growled, “and I’ll make a sieve
of that cur!”\par

He was given little time to search. Bunol recovered
quickly. He saw the other feeling about on the
ground. Crouching, he half rose and launched himself
at Brad.\par

The boy from the Pan Handle country, however,
was on the alert, and, with equal swiftness, he sprang
aside.\par

The Spaniard missed his intended victim, but the
knife in his fingers struck fire from a stone, on which
it was broken near the hilt.\par

A snarl of dismay escaped the lips of the murderous
wretch.\par

Then Buckhart grappled with him again.\par

Brad did not know the knife was broken, so he made
a grab at Miguel’s wrist to prevent him from slashing.\par

“Whoop!” came from the lips of the Texan. “This
sure is the real thing in the way of a scrimmage. It’s
a right long time since I’ve been in one like this.”\par

Bunol cursed bitterly. At last he realized that his
antagonist could not be seriously wounded. Although
he did his best to break away, the American lad hurled
him down and held him.\par

One of Brad’s hands found Miguel’s throat.\par

“Got ye now!” he grated triumphantly. “Tell me
where you have taken Nadia! Speak quick, or you’ll
never have the chance to speak at all!”\par

“Go ahead!” gasped the helpless scoundrel. “Kill
me! Kill me, and you’ll never set eyes on her again!”\par

“Where is she?”\par

“You can’t force me to tell.”\par

The fingers on the throat of the Spaniard tightened.
Bunol’s breath hissed in his throat and then stopped.\par

“I certain am not in a fooling mood,” said Brad,
“and it’s up to you to talk plenty fast.”\par

Bunol could not talk then, and he could do nothing
but gasp when the crushing hold was relaxed.\par

“I’ll give you about twenty seconds to begin unloading
your mind,” said Brad. “Time is flying a heap.
Ten seconds gone! Fifteen seconds! Time’s up!”\par

The cry that Bunol started to utter was cut short by
the pressure once more applied to his throat.\par

Then a figure came flitting through the shadows,
dark as night and silent as a phantom. It sped to the
spot and was on Buckhart before the Texan realized
that another was present.\par

The boy was hurled aside. He had been attacked by
a huge black man.\par

This fellow flung Buckhart from Bunol and pinned
him to the ground, a knee on his breast.\par

Gaspingly the Spaniard rose.\par

“Hold him, Kahireh!” he gasped. “Don’t let him
get away! Where is your knife? Let me have it
quick!”\par

His hands fumbled in the girdle of the black man.
A moment later he uttered a cry of satisfaction. A bit
of moonlight that came through the palms fell on the
blade of a long knife that gleamed in the Spaniard’s
hands.\par

“Hold him still, Kahireh!” grated Miguel. “Now I
will cut his throat!”\par

Never had Brad Buckhart been nearer death than at
that moment, for Miguel Bunol really meant to make
his words good. He intended to cut the throat of the
helpless boy, who was held for slaughter by the powerful
black man.\par

But Brad’s time had not come.\par

Out of the near-by shadows leaped still another figure.
Bunol was bowled over with a kick. Then the
heavy butt of a pistol fell on the head of the black
man, who pitched forward across the Texan.\par

“Brad! Brad!” called a voice that was filled with
anxiety; “are you all right?”\par

Then the strong hands of his dearest friend on
earth pulled Buckhart from beneath the stunned giant.\par

“Pard,” gasped the Texan, in joyous bewilderment,
“is it you? Why, I certain reckoned you were dead a
heap! I saw the flash and saw you fall on the deck of
the yacht.”\par

“But I saw a moving shadow in the grove and
dropped just in time to escape being shot in my
tracks,” said Dick. “Are you hurt?”\par

“None at all. But where is that varmint Bunol?
Only for this other galoot I’d choked the truth out of
him or finished him. Where is he? There—there he
goes!”\par

Bunol had taken flight, running as fast as possible
through the grove. Instantly both lads were off in
pursuit, determined not to let the scoundrel give them
the slip.\par

“Shoot, pard!” urged Buckhart. “He may slip us
if you don’t!”\par

“And I may kill him if I do. I want to force him
to tell where we may find Nadia.”\par

“Better kill him than to let him get away,” panted
Brad. “If I had my gun——”\par

Crack! Dick fired.\par

There was a cry of pain ahead of them, and they
saw the fleeing figure fall.\par

“Nailed him, Dick!” exulted Brad. “That’s the
ticket! That was the way to stop him!”\par

In truth, Merriwell had brought the fleeing Spaniard
down with a single shot. In a moment they reached
the fellow, who was lying on the ground, alternately
cursing and groaning.\par

As they came up, Bunol lifted himself on his left
elbow. His right hand went back. A shaft of moonlight
gleamed on something in his hand.\par

The Texan uttered a warning cry.\par

Dick Merriwell dropped as if shot, and for the second
time that night he did so barely in time to escape
death at the hand of his bitter enemy.\par

The huge knife Bunol had taken from the black
man whistled through the air, barely missing Merriwell
as he fell.\par

Then Buckhart pounced on the young scoundrel.\par

“You dog!” grated Brad. “I sure will cook you this
trip!”\par

But Dick interfered a moment later, checking
the fury of the boy from the Pan Handle country,
and preventing him from injuring the Spaniard
further.\par

“Go ahead!” whimpered Miguel, in a way that
seemed quite unusual for him. “You may as well finish
the job! You have smashed my knee, and I’ll bleed
to death, anyhow!”\par

“I must have hit him in the leg,” said Dick. “I fired
low.”\par

Buckhart struck a match and Dick made a hasty examination, questioning the wounded rascal. He found
that Bunol had been wounded in the knee and was
bleeding profusely. With his pocketknife Merriwell
quickly cut away Miguel’s trousers and exposed the
wound.\par

The Spaniard lifted the upper part of his body and
looked at his bloody knee. A groan escaped him, and
then he began to sob. All the nerve had been taken
out of him.\par

Dick quickly cut a strip from the lower part of
Bunol’s trousers leg, twisted it like a rope, tied it round
the fellow’s leg above the knee, inserted his pistol barrel
through the loop and began to twist, thus tightening
the manufactured cord until it began to cut into the
flesh and checked the flow of blood.\par

In the meantime Brad had been questioning Bunol
about Nadia, and the cowered wretch confessed that
she was hidden close at hand in a portion of an excavated
temple and still guarded by one of the two black
men.\par

A distant call startled the boys. When the call was
repeated they recognized it as coming from some of
their friends, and they answered it.\par

Soon Colonel Stringer, Coddington, the professor,
and Budthorne came hastening through the palm
grove. As they approached, they saw a man dodging
away. They ordered him to stop, but this resulted in
his fleeing still more swiftly, and he quickly disappeared.\par

Then the colonel declared he heard a low cry, not
far away. The Texan joined them, declaring Bunol
had confessed that Nadia was near by. They began
searching, and soon they came upon the mouth of an
excavation, one of many such, made by scientists in
uncovering the ruins of old Memphis.\par

From the depths of this opening Nadia answered his
call. In a reckless, headstrong manner, the Texan let
himself down into the opening, released all holds and
slid to the bottom.\par

“Here she is!” he shouted, in delighted satisfaction.
“She’s all right! Hooray! Whoop! Whoop-ee! Get
a rope from the steamer and yank us out.”\par


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Medjid Bey gave an order to his engineer immediately
after our friends left the yacht for the shore.
The engineer hastened to get up steam. This was not
such a difficult task, as the fires had been kept in a
condition that would enable them to move with very
little delay.\par

The Turk leaned on the rail of his yacht and listened
to every sound that came from the palm forest.
Finally he spoke to the Greek, who had lingered near
his master’s side.\par

“Cast off from that steamer,” he said. “Do so
quietly. Don’t attract attention.”\par

Thus it happened that the captain of the steamer
was surprised some moments later to discover that the
yacht was floating clear of his boat. He sang out to
Medjid Bey, but the Turk made no answer.\par

A sound of moving machinery and puffing steam
came from the yacht. The anchor was hoisted, the
yacht swung round.\par

“It’s no fight of mine,” muttered the captain of the
steamer, in Swedish. “Let him go. I’ve earned my
money.”\par

When our friends reappeared on the shore, accompanied
by Nadia and bearing the wounded Spaniard,
they discovered that the yacht was rapidly disappearing
into the silver mist, far down the placid Nile.\par

On the return trip to Cairo Nadia told how Bunol
and Medjid Bey had discovered the approaching of the
steamer long before it arrived in the vicinity of the
yacht. The Spaniard was confident pursuers were
coming. He wished to fight them from the yacht, but
the Turk objected.\par

“Then put me ashore,” said Bunol. “Give me the
girl and those two Nubians to take care of her. If
they board your yacht, light up and keep away from
them. I’m going to kill one of my enemies to-night.
I’ll fire from the shore.”\par

And so it happened that Nadia was dragged ashore
and thrust into the excavation, the black men being
left to guard her. One of them left the other, seeking
to render Bunol assistance in the encounter with Buckhart;
but Dick appeared in the nick of time. Finally
the other took flight, and Nadia was found, exhausted
and hysterical after her fearful experience, but otherwise
unharmed.\par

When Cairo was finally reached Miguel Bunol was
ghastly white and limp from the loss of blood and pain
he had endured. Dick lost no time in getting the fellow
into a hospital.\par

In the morning Merriwell visited his enemy. He
wore a very sober face on returning to the Shepherd’s
Hotel.\par

“Is he dead?” asked Brad.\par

“No; but he may not recover. His right leg has
been amputated above the knee.”\par

“Well, I opine he’s got what was his just due,”
said the Texan.\par

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\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-iin-the-bosporus]{CHAPTER I—IN THE BOSPORUS}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-iiin-persia]{CHAPTER II—IN PERSIA}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-iiithe-persistence-of-achmet]{CHAPTER III—THE PERSISTENCE OF ACHMET}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-ivthe-challenge]{CHAPTER IV—THE CHALLENGE}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-vin-the-cemetery]{CHAPTER V—IN THE CEMETERY}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-vithe-sights-of-stamboul]{CHAPTER VI—THE SIGHTS OF STAMBOUL}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-viilost-on-the-buried-lake]{CHAPTER VII—LOST ON THE BURIED LAKE}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-viiion-the-way-to-damascus]{CHAPTER VIII—ON THE WAY TO DAMASCUS}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-ixthe-struggle-at-the-station]{CHAPTER IX—THE STRUGGLE AT THE STATION}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xthe-green-eyed-monster]{CHAPTER X—THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xia-man-of-command]{CHAPTER XI—A MAN OF COMMAND}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xiibetween-life-and-death]{CHAPTER XII—BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xiiiinward-torture]{CHAPTER XIII—INWARD TORTURE}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xivdick-disobeys]{CHAPTER XIV—DICK DISOBEYS}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xvpurchasing-a-human-being]{CHAPTER XV—PURCHASING A HUMAN BEING}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xvithe-sword-is-stained]{CHAPTER XVI—THE SWORD IS STAINED}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xviia-position-of-peril]{CHAPTER XVII—A POSITION OF PERIL}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xviiiin-a-deadly-trap]{CHAPTER XVIII—IN A DEADLY TRAP}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xixbrad-and-nadia]{CHAPTER XIX—BRAD AND NADIA}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xxthe-flight]{CHAPTER XX—THE FLIGHT}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xxisaved-by-prayer]{CHAPTER XXI—SAVED BY PRAYER}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xxiiin-the-desert]{CHAPTER XXII—IN THE DESERT}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xxiiithe-fount-of-fury]{CHAPTER XXIII—THE FOUNT OF FURY}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xxivthe-fate-of-a-foe]{CHAPTER XXIV—THE FATE OF A FOE}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xxvsunset-from-the-citadel]{CHAPTER XXV—SUNSET FROM THE CITADEL}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xxvisome-interesting-conversation]{CHAPTER XXVI—SOME INTERESTING CONVERSATION}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xxviithe-professors-game]{CHAPTER XXVII—THE PROFESSOR’S GAME}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xxviiiin-bunols-power]{CHAPTER XXVIII—IN BUNOL’S POWER}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xxixthe-pursuit-on-the-river]{CHAPTER XXIX—THE PURSUIT ON THE RIVER}
\bookmark[level=2,dest=chapter-xxxhis-just-deserts]{CHAPTER XXX—HIS JUST DESERTS}
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