I shrugged my shoulders, suggesting an attempt to seem at ease.
"Besides-I warn you! You tell Kagig anything against me an" Kagig is at once your enemy!"
I nodded, and tried to look afraid. Perhaps the speculation that the last boast started in my mind helped give me a look that convinced her.
Fred began calling again.
"You go!" she ordered imperiously, with a last effort to impress me with her mental predominance. "Go quickly!"
I made motions of hand and face as nearly suggestive of underhanded cunning as I could compa.s.s, and climbed out through the window without further invitation. Seeing me emerge, Fred beckoned from fifty yards away and turned his back. Morning was just beginning to descend into the valley, suddenly bright from having finished all the dawn delays among the crags higher up; but there were deep shadows here and especially where one roof overhung another.
Jumping from roof to roof to follow Fred, I was suddenly brought up short by a figure in shadow that gesticulated wildly without speaking. It was below me, in a narrow, shallow runway between two houses, and I had been so impressed by my interview with Maga that a.s.sa.s.sination was the first thought ready to mind. I sprang aside and tried to check myself, missed footing, and fell into the very runway I had tried to avoid.
A friend unmistakable, Anna-Gloria"s self-const.i.tuted maid-ran out of the darkest shadow and kept me from scrambling to my feet.
"Wait!" she whispered. "Don"t be seen talking to me. Listen!"
My ankle pained considerably and I was out of breath. I was willing enough to lie there.
"Maga has made a plot to betray Zeitoon! She has been talking with that Turkish colonel who was captured. I don"t know what the plot is, but I listened through a c.h.i.n.k in the wall of the prison, and I heard him promise that she should have Will Yerkes!"
"What else did you hear?"
"Nothing else. There was wind whistling, and the straw made a noise."
At that moment Fred chose to turn his head to see whether I was following. Not seeing me, he came back over the roofs, shouting to know what had happened. I got to my feet but, although he hardly looks the part, he is as active as a boy, and he had scrambled to a higher roof that commanded a view of my runway before my twisted ankle would permit me to escape.
"So that"s it, eh? A woman!"
"Keep an eye on Miss Gloria!" I whispered to Anna, and she ducked and ran.
If I had had presence of mind I would have accepted the insinuation, and turned the joke on Fred. Instead, I denied it hotly like a fool, and nothing could have fed the fires of his spirit of raillery more surely.
"I"ve unearthed a plot," I began, limping along beside him.
"No, sir! It was I who unearthed the two of you!"
"See here, Fred-"
"Look? I"d be ashamed! No, no-I wasn"t looking!"
"Fred, I"m serious!"
"Entanglements with women are always serious!"
"I tell you, that girl Maga-"
"Two of "em, eh? Worser and worser! You"ll have Will jealous into the bargain!"
"Have it your own way, then!" I said, savage with pain (and the reasons he did not hesitate to a.s.sign to my strained ankle were simply scandalous). "I"ll wait until I find a man with honest ears."
"Try Kagig!" he advised me dryly.
And Kagig I did try. We came on him at our end of the bridge that overhung the Jihun River. Our party were waiting on the far side, and Fred hurried over to join them. Kagig was listening to the reports of a dozen men, and while I waited to get his ear I could see Fred telling his great joke to the party. It was easy to see that Gloria Vanderman did not enjoy the joke; nor did I blame her. I did not blame her for sending word there and then to Anna that her services would not be required any more.
As soon as Kagig saw me he dismissed the other men in various directions and made to start across the bridge. I called to him to wait, and walked beside him.
"I"ve uncovered a plot, Kagig," I began. "Maga Jhaere has been talking with the Turkish prisoner."
"I know it. I sent her to talk with him!"
"She has bargained with him to betray Zeitoon!"
For answer to that Kagig turned his head and stared sharply at me-then went off into peals of diabolic laughter. He had not a word to offer. He simply utterly, absolutely, unqualifiedly disbelieved me-or else chose to have it appear so.
Chapter Eighteen "Per terram et aquam."
AND HE WHO WOULD SAVE HIS LIFE SHALL LOSE IT
The fed fools beat their brazen gong For G.o.ds" ears dulled by blatant praise, Awonder why the scented fumes And surplices at evensong Avail not as in other days.
Shrunken and mean the spirit fails Like old snow falling from the crags And priest and pedagog compete With nostrums for the age that ails, But learn not why the spirit lags.
Tuneless and dull the loose lyre thrums Ill-plucked by fingers strange to skill That change and change the fever"d chords, But still no inspiration comes Though priest and pundit labor still.
l.u.s.t-urged the clamoring clans denounce Whate"er their sires agreed was good, And swift on faith and fair return With lies the feud-leaders pounce Lest Truth deprive them of their food.
Dog eateth dog and none gives thanks; All crave the fare, but grudge the price Their n.o.bler forbears proudly paid, That now for moonstruck madness ranks- The only true coin-Sacrifice!
The man who is a hero to himself perhaps exists, but the surface indications are no proof of it. I don"t pretend to be satisfied, and made no pretense at the time of being satisfied with my share in Maga"s treachery. But I claim that it was more than human nature could have done, to endure the open disapproval of my friends, begun by Fred"s half-earnest jest, and continued by my own indignation; and at the same time to induce them to take my warning seriously.
Will avoided me, and walked with Gloria, who made no particular secret of her disgust. Fred naturally enough kept the joke going, to save himself from being tripped in his own net. He had probably persuaded himself by that time that the accusation was true, and therefore equally probably regretted having made it; for he would have been the last man in the world to give tongue about an offense that he really believed a friend of his had committed.
Monty, who believed from force of habit every single word Fred said, walked beside me and was good enough to give me fatherly advice.
"Not the time, you know, to fool with women. I don"t pretend, of course, to any right to judge your private conduct, but-you can be so awfully useful, you know, and all that kind of thing, when you"re paying strict attention. Women distract a man."
All, things considered, I might have done worse than decide to say no more about the plot, but to keep my own eyes wide open. (I was particularly sore with Gloria, and derived much unwise consolation from considering stinging remarks I would make to her when the actual truth should out.)
Monty began making the best of my, in his eyes, damaged character by explaining the general dispositions he and Kagig had made for the defense of Zeitoon.
"According to my view of it," he said, "this bridge we"ve just crossed is the weakest point-or was. I think we can hold that clay ramp you came up yesterday against all comers. But there"s a way round the back of this mountain that leads to the dismantled fort you see on this side of the river. That is the fort built by the Turkish soldiers whom Kagig told us the women of Zeitoon threw one by one over the bridge."
He stopped (we had climbed about two hundred feet of a fairly steep track leading up the flank of Beirut Dagh) and let the others gather around us.
"You see, if the enemy can once establish a footing on this hill, they"ll then command the whole of Zeitoon opposite with rifle fire, even if they don"t succeed in bringing artillery round the mountain."
Between us and Zeitoon there now lay a deep, sheer-sided gash, down at the bottom of which the Jihun brawled and boiled. I did not envy any army faced with the task of crossing it, even supposing the bridge should not be destroyed. But they would not need to cross in order to make the town untenable.
"The Zeitoonli are, you might say, superst.i.tious about that bridge," Monty went on. "They refuse as much as to consider making arrangements to blow it up in case of need. Another remarkable thing is that the women claim the bridge defense as their privilege. That doesn"t matter. They look like a crowd of last-ditch fighters, and we"re awfully short of men. But we"re almost equally short of ammunition; and if it ever gets to the point where we"re driven in so that we have to hold that bridge, we shall be doling out cartridges one by one to the best shots! I have tried to persuade the women to leave the bridge until there"s need of defending it, and to lend us a hand elsewhere meanwhile; but they"ve always held the bridge, and they propose to do the same again. Even Kagig can"t shift them, although the women have been his chief supporters all along."
Fred interrupted, pointing toward a few acres of level land to our left, below Zeitoon village but still considerably above the river level.