False dawn had faded. It was nearly black, except for myriad stars.
Ha.s.san lay with his ear to the ground. Rick held perfectly still and waited.
Finally Ha.s.san sat up. "Close now," he whispered.
Rick wondered briefly if they shouldn"t put up a fight, but he knew it would be useless. Youssef had too many men.
The camels appeared like wraiths from behind the dune, and Rick blinked trying to see more clearly.
There were three, and only one of them carried a rider. He waited tensely for the rest of the band to appear.
The camels arrived and Rick whispered urgently, "The rest must be behind. Jump him and we"ll grab the camels and make a run for it."
Ha.s.san tensed. "Yes. Be ready."
The camel rider came close, and lifted a hand in greeting. "_a.s.salamo alaik.u.m. Fil khedma, ya sidi. Ana gay men sidi Moustafa._"
Rick was tensed to spring, to haul the man from his saddle, when Ha.s.san put a hand on his arm. "Wait. He say greeting, he is at your service, and he come from Mr. Moustafa!"
Rick watched in unbelieving amazement as the driver forced his groaning camel to kneel, then immediately commanded the other two to kneel also.
When the camel"s protests had ceased, Ha.s.san spoke to him rapidly. The man answered at length.
"He was with Youssef," Ha.s.san said. "But he is also in the pay of Kemel Moustafa. Last night he went to Moustafa and told him about us. Moustafa sent him to bring us back."
Rick hesitated. Could they trust this man? But it was a silly question, because he knew he had no choice. Anything was better than sitting in the desert and waiting.
"Ask if he has water, then we"ll go with him."
The man did, a full water bag. They drank sparingly, knowing the danger of too much water after deprivation. Then the three mounted the camels.
Rick held onto the horn in front of him as the mount lurched protestingly to its feet, then they were going across the sands to the east at what seemed incredible speed. Ahead of them, the first flush of real dawn was visible.
The sun was high before they came within sight of the first man-made objects in the desert. Rick saw pyramids, but not those of Giza. He called to Ha.s.san, who was riding his swaying mount like a veteran.
"What pyramids are those, Ha.s.san?"
"Sakkarah," the dragoman replied. "We come back long way around."
To the east, then the south, Rick thought. He was by no means sure of what would be waiting, but at least he knew where he was. Sakkarah, a "must" for tourists, Bartouki had said. Well, he was getting there, even though he had taken the hard way.
On the road near Sakkarah a car was waiting, and in it was Kemel Moustafa. The cameleer made the mounts kneel. Rick and Ha.s.san got off, and the man with the camels hurried away without a word. The two walked up to the car.
"Thank you for rescuing us," Rick said politely.
Moustafa had not spoken. Now he tugged at his mustache and nodded.
"Whether it was worth while remains to be seen. According to my man, Youssef did not get the cat. This is correct?"
"Yes. Did you see my friend last night?"
"I did. Precisely at seven. He informed me that you were missing. Then, sometime later, my man managed to leave Youssef"s gang and report in. I at once made plans for your rescue. Now tell me. Where is the cat?"
Rick was very, very tired of the Egyptian cat. He thought grimly that when he returned home he and his sister would have a long talk about volunteering services for strangers.
"The cat is under the back cushion of Ha.s.san"s car," he said tiredly.
"And the sooner you take it off my hands, the better."
"Ha.s.san"s car is at the hotel," Moustafa said. "Come. We will go there at once."
Rick and Ha.s.san climbed into the car and Moustafa raced the motor. He meshed gears and spun his wheels as he got off to a fast start.
He"s certainly in a hurry to get that cat, Rick thought. Well, he was the legitimate receiver. Only it was too bad to let the animal go without ever knowing what it contained.
No matter, Rick thought, as the desert road sped underneath. No matter now. In a few minutes it will be finished.
CHAPTER XVII
Ismail ben Adhem
Rick awoke with the setting sun in his eyes. He yawned luxuriously and turned over to look at the clock, then sat upright in bed at the sight of Scotty and a stranger.
The stranger was young, with a friendly smile. He was relaxed as he sat in a comfortable chair, but it was the same kind of relaxation one sees in a panther or another of the great cats. Rick knew, without even asking, that this lean, bronzed, good-looking Egyptian was a police officer and that he probably was a very good one. He _looked_ like a hunter.
"Thought you were going to sleep till tomorrow," Scotty said. "Rick, this is Inspector Ismail ben Adhem of the Cairo Police."
The inspector held out a brown hand. Rick sensed the strength in it, although the handshake was normal. "I"m glad you"re here," the boy said frankly. "Between Youssef and Kemel Moustafa, we"re sort of in a jam."
The inspector smiled. "Well see if we can get you out of it. Suppose you call me Ben, just to make things easy. Now, Scotty has given me a detailed report of your activities up to the time you left the project yesterday. Suppose we pick up from there?"
"Okay. Can I order breakfast first?"
"Of course. Forgive my impatience. We can talk at leisure over coffee."
Rick placed the order, then launched into a recital of yesterday"s events, including his night in the desert and rescue by Kemel Moustafa.
He concluded, "We came back to the hotel. Ha.s.san opened the car, and the cat was gone. Of course I had no idea what had happened to it. Moustafa turned black with rage. He said I had a clear choice of getting the cat back and turning it over to him, or having something unpleasant happen.
He"ll be back at seven. He wasn"t joking."
"No," Ben agreed. "I know this man, and he does not joke. What then?"
"I sent Ha.s.san home to get some rest, and I came up to the room and called the project. Scotty answered. He told me Felix was safe, so I knew he had the cat, and he told me the police had been called in. I just fell into bed and went to sleep. That"s it."
"It"s enough," the inspector said. "Of course neither of you had any way of knowing what was going on. You had merely undertaken to do a favor for an acquaintance. I just wish some kind wind had whispered to you the idea of reporting to us after that first day in El Mouski."
"I guess we were wrong," Rick admitted. "At first it didn"t seem like a matter for the police. Later, we just didn"t think of it."
"I understand. But it doesn"t pay to be too independent in a strange land, I a.s.sure you. Ask Steve Ames."