"I promise, if----"
The pounding ceased. In the courtyard there was a certain confusion--the sound of running feet, and murmur of excited voices, though eyes that looked through the holes in the door and window could not see past the barricade.
Then, suddenly, the pounding began again, more furiously than ever. It was as if demons had taken the place of men.
"It is Maeddine, I"m sure!" cried Victoria. "I seem to know what is in his mind. Something has made him desperate."
"There"s a chance for us," said Stephen. "What I believe has happened, is this. They must have stationed a sentinel or two outside the bordj in case of surprise. The raised voices we heard, and the stopping of the work on the roof for a minute, may have meant that a sentinel ran in with news--good news for us, bad news for the Arabs."
"But--would they have begun to work again, if soldiers were coming?"
"Yes, if help were so far off that the Arabs might hope to reach us before it came, and get away in time. Ben Halim"s one hope is to make an end of--some of us. It was well enough to disguise the whole band as Touaregs, in case they were seen by nomads, or the landlord here should escape, and tell of the attack. But he"d risk anything to silence us men, and----"
"He cares nothing for Saidee"s life or mine. It"s only Maeddine who cares," the girl broke in. "I suppose they"ve horses and meharis waiting for them outside the bordj?"
"Yes. Probably they"re being got ready now. The animals have had a night"s rest."
As he spoke, the first bit of ceiling fell in, rough plaster dropping with a patter like rain on the hard clay floor.
Saidee cried out faintly in her corner, where Nevill had fallen into semi-unconsciousness behind the screen. Rostafel grumbled a "sapriste!"
under his breath, but the Highlanders were silent.
Down poured more plaster, and put out the last candle. Though a faint dawn-light stole through the holes in door and window, the room was dim, almost dark, and with the smell of gunpowder mingled the stench of hot tallow.
"Go now, dearest, to your sister," Stephen said to the girl, in a low voice that was for her alone.
"You will come?"
"Yes. Soon. But the door and window must be guarded. We can"t have them breaking in two ways at once."
"Give me your hand," she said.
He took one of hers, instead, but she raised his to her lips and kissed it. Then she went back to her sister, and the two clung together in silence, listening to the patter of broken adobe on the floor. At first it was but as a heavy shower of rain; then it increased in violence like the rattle of hail. They could hear men speaking on the roof, and a gleam of daylight silvered a crack, as Stephen looked up, a finger on the trigger of his revolver.
"Five minutes more," were the words which repeated themselves in his mind, like the ticking of a watch. "Four minutes. Three. Can I keep my promise to her, when the time comes!"
A shout broke the question short, like a snapped thread.
He remembered the voice of the marabout, and knew that the sisters must recognize it also.
"What does he say?" Stephen called across the room to Victoria, speaking loudly to be heard over voices which answered the summons, whatever it might be.
"He"s ordering Maeddine to come down from the roof. He says five seconds" delay and it will be too late--they"ll both be ruined. I can"t hear what Maeddine answers. But he goes on working still--he won"t obey."
"Fool--traitor! For thy sentimental folly wilt thou sacrifice thy people"s future and ruin my son and me?" Ca.s.sim shouted, as the girl stood still to listen. "Thou canst never have her now. Stay, and thou canst do naught but kill thyself. Come, and we may all be saved. I command thee, in the name of Allah and His Prophet, that thou obey me."
The pounding stopped. There was a rushing, sliding sound on the roof.
Then all was quiet above and in the courtyard.
Saidee broke into hysterical sobbing, crying that they were rescued, that Honore Sabine was on his way to save them. And Victoria thought that Stephen would come to her, but he did not. They were to live, not to die, and the barrier that had been broken down was raised again.
"What if it"s only a trap?" Saidee asked, as Stephen opened the door.
"What if they"re behind the barricade, watching?"
"Listen! Don"t you hear shots?" Victoria cried.
"Yes. There are shots--far away," Stephen answered. "That settles it.
There"s no ambush. Either Sabine or the soldiers marching from Azzouz are after them. They didn"t go an instant too soon to save their skins."
"And ours," murmured Nevill, roused from his stupor. "Queer, how natural it seems that we should be all right after all." Then his mind wandered a little, leading him back to a feverish dream. "Ask Sabine, when he comes--if he"s got a letter for me--from Josette."
Stephen opened the door, and let in the fresh air and morning light, but the sight in the quadrangle was too ugly for the eyes of women. "Don"t come out!" he called sharply over his shoulder as he turned past the barricade, with Rostafel at his back.
The courtyard was hideous as a slaughter-house. Only the sky of rose and gold reminded him of the world"s beauty and the glory of morning, after that dark nightmare which wrapped his spirit like the choking folds of a black snake.
Outside the broken gate, in the desert, there were more traces of the night"s work; blood-stains in the sand, and in a shadowy hollow here and there a huddled form which seemed a denser shadow. But it would not move when other shadows crept away before the sun.
Far in the distance, as Stephen strained his eyes through the brightening dawn, he saw flying figures of men on camels and horses; and sounds of shooting came faintly to his ears. At last it ceased altogether. Some of the figures had vanished. Others halted. Then it seemed to Stephen that these last were coming back, towards the bordj.
They were riding fast, and all together, as if under discipline.
Soldiers, certainly: but were they from the north or south? Stephen could not tell; but as his eyes searched the horizon, the doubt was solved. Another party of men were riding southward, toward Toudja, from the north.
"It"s Sabine who has chased the Arabs. The others are just too late," he thought. And he saw that the rescuers from Oued Tolga must reach the bordj half an hour in advance of the men from Azzouz.
He was anxious to know what news Sabine had, and the eagerness he felt to hear details soothed the pain and shame which weighed upon his heart.
"How am I to explain--to beg her forgiveness?" was the question that asked itself in his mind; but he had no answer to give. Only this he could see: after last night, he was hers, if she would take him. But he believed that she would send him away, that she would despise him when she had heard the whole story of his entanglement. She would say that he belonged to the other woman, not to her. And though he was sure she would not reproach him, he thought there were some words, some looks which, if she could not forget, it would be hard for even her sweet nature to forgive.
He went back to the dining-room with the news of what he had seen. And as there was no longer any need of protection for the women, the Highlanders came out with him and Rostafel. All four stood at the gate of the bordj as the party of twelve soldiers rode up, on tired horses; but Stephen was in advance, and it was he who answered Sabine"s first breathless question.
"She"s safe. They"re both safe, thank G.o.d. So are we all, except poor Caird, who"s damaged a good deal worse than any of us. But not dangerously, I hope."
"I brought our surgeon," said Sabine, eagerly. "He wanted to be in this with me. I had to ask for the command, because you know I"m on special duty at Tolga. But I had no trouble with Major Duprez when I told him how friends of mine were attacked by Arab robbers, and how I had got the message."
"So that"s what you told him?"
"Yes. I didn"t want a scandal in the Zaoua, for _her_ sake. n.o.body knows that the marabout is for anything in this business. But, of course, if you"ve killed him----"
"We haven"t. He"s got clear away. Unless your men have nabbed him and his friend Maeddine."
"Not we. I"m not sure I cared to--unless we could kill him. But we did honestly try--to do both. There were six we chased----"
"Only six. Then we must have polished off more than we thought."
"We can find out later how many. But the last six didn"t get off without a scratch, I a.s.sure you. They must have had a sentinel watching. We saw no one, but as we were hoping to surprise the bordj these six men, who looked from a distance like Touaregs, rushed out, mounted horses and camels and dashed away, striking westward."
"They dared not go north. I"d been signalling----"