"She an" the Baron make a good pair, Miss," said Stump. "I"ve had my eye on "em, an" they"re up to some mischief now, or my name ain"t wot it is."
The girl glanced at him wonderingly, for the st.u.r.dy sailor"s outspoken opinion fitted in curiously with her own half-formed thought.
"You would not say that if you knew why they have left us," she said.
"Mebbe not, Miss Fenshawe, an" mebbe you"ve on"y heard half a yarn, if you"ll pardon my way of puttin" it. Anyway, the Baron is in a mighty hurry to be off; an" isn"t it plain enough that he doesn"t want to be here when Mr. Royson comes back? You mark my words, Miss. You"ll hear something that"ll surprise you when our second mate heaves in sight."
Never did man prophesy more truly, yet never was prophet more amazed at his own success....
Royson and Abdur Kad"r, flying for their lives, spurred on by the further knowledge that even if they escaped capture or death they yet had to undertake a difficult journey on tired beasts if they would save the expedition from the attack evidently meditated by Alfieri and his cohort of plunderers, the two, then--Englishman and Arab--rode like men who valued their necks but lightly.
Bullets sang close to their ears, and one actually chipped the stock of d.i.c.k"s rifle, almost unseating him by the force of the blow. But the Bisharins were excited, and forgot their fatigue for a mile or so, by which time night fell, and the uncanny darkness soon rendered it quite impossible to ride at all. They dismounted, and led the camels. Abdur Kad"r, true son of the desert, pressed forward nimbly, since every yard gained was a yard stolen from the pursuers. After a while they were able to mount again, but now the jaded camels lagged, and not all the sheik"s prayers or imprecations could force them even into the regulation pace of two and a half miles an hour.
To make matters worse, a hot breeze sprang up from the south, and stirred the desert into curling sand-wraiths, which blinded them and made it hard to detect sounds even close at hand. They were fully thirty miles distant from the camp, with eight hours of darkness before them, during which time they could hope to cover only half the march.
The thought rose unbidden that the remaining half must be undertaken in daylight, with wornout camels, while the Hadendowa _kafila_ was presumably in fresh condition.
Something of the sort must have been in Abdur Kad"r"s mind when, he said:
"The misbegotten thieves who follow, Effendi, will count on overtaking us soon after daybreak. We must keep the water-bags fastened until the dawn. Then let the camels empty them."
Royson silently debated the chances for and against an endeavor to rush the journey on foot. If practicable, he would have attempted it, leaving the Arab to save himself and the camels by adopting a longer route. He decided that the project must fail. He could not find the road at night, and his thin boots would be cut to pieces by the rocks before he had gone many miles.
Yet, if they were overtaken, what would happen to Irene and the others?
A sharp pain gripped his breast, and his eyes clouded. He threw back his head, and pa.s.sed a hand over his clammy brow. The action seemed to clear his brain, and he saw instantly that there was only one course open to him. "Abdur Kad"r," he said, when a level s.p.a.ce enabled them to walk side by side, "which of our camels is the stronger?"
"They are both weary, Effendi, but mine has carried less weight than yours. Ere he fell for the last time, he would lead."
"Listen, then, and do as I say. If we are attacked to-night I shall stand and face our a.s.sailants. You ride on alone. I shall try to gain a fair start for you. You know what depends on your efforts. Should you fail, you not only lose life and fortune, but you also endanger the lives of many. You must reach the camp by some means. And, when you see Miss Fenshawe, tell her that my last thought was of her. Do you understand?"
"Effendi--"
"Have you understood my words? Will you deliver that message?"
"Yes, Effendi, but we men of the desert do not fly while our friends fight."
"I well believe it, Abdur Kad"r. Yet that is my order. Will you obey?"
"I like it not, Effendi."
"There is no other way. What can you suggest that will be better? I remain--that is a settled thing. You gain nothing by not trying to escape. And remember, these Arabs will think twice before they slay a European."
"They will shoot first and think afterwards, Effendi."
"Well, we shall see. Perhaps they have given up the chase. In case they come upon us, lash your camel into a trot, and wait not for me, because I shall ride back, not forward."
The sheikh muttered a comprehensive curse on things in general and the Hadendowa tribe in particular. They stumbled on in silence for nearly two hours. At the end of that time they descended a difficult slope into a deep wady. Fortunately, they had crossed it by daylight early that morning, so its hazards were vivid in memory. In the rock-strewn bed of the vanished river, Abdur Kad"r halted a moment. The light of the stars was strong enough to reveal the horizon, which was visible through the fall of the valley, and the nearer crests of the neighboring watershed were quite distinct--showing black against luminous ultramarine.
"That seaward track I spoke of, Effendi, pa.s.ses this way to the hills.
The Well of Moses lies down there," and the Arab, more by force of habit than because Royson could see him in that gloomy defile, threw out his chin towards the east.
Suddenly, it struck Royson that provided he had guessed aright, the Roman Legion which sacked Saba must have marched over this identical spot, in their effort to reach the Nile. After twenty marches, von Kerber said, they were waylaid by a Nubian clan and slain--every man-- from the proud tribune down to the humblest hastatus. Perhaps they were surrounded in some such trap as this valley would provide. And what a fight that was! What deeds of valor, what hewing and stabbing, ere the last centurion fell at the head of the last remnant of a cohort, and the despairing Greek commissary, gazing wild-eyed from some nook of safety, saw the Roman eagle sink for ever!
Abdur Kad"r, little dreaming of the train of thought he had aroused, moved on again. d.i.c.k had drawn taut the head-rope of his unwilling camel when the brute uttered a squeal of recognition, and both men saw several mounted Arabs silhouetted against the northern sky-line. An answering grunt came from one of their camels, and a hubbub of voices sank faintly into the somber depths, as the wind was not felt in that sheltered place.
The sheikh swore fluently, but Royson spoke no word until they were free of the boulders, and had gained a pa.s.sable incline which led to the steeper path up the opposing cliff.
"Now, Abdur Kad"r--" he said.
"Name of Allah, Effendi, this thing must not be!"
"It must. Go, my good comrade. It is for the best."
Abdur Kad"r smote his camel on the cheek.
"I never imagined, Bisharin, that thou would carry me away from a friend in danger," he growled, "but this is G.o.d"s doing, and thou art a rogue at all times. I shall either ride thee to death or kill thee for a feast," He would not bid Royson farewell. d.i.c.k heard him tugging the camel forward.
"Forget not my words to the Effendina," he said quietly.
"I shall not forget," came a voice from the darkness, and he was alone.
Though he knew he was face to face with death, he felt no tremor of fear. He surveyed his position coolly, and took his stand in the shadow of a ma.s.s of granite close to whose base the track wound up the hillside. In case the unexpected happened, he fastened his camel to a loose stone behind the rock, and the poor animal knelt instantly, thinking that a night"s rest was vouchsafed at last. d.i.c.k threw off the Arab robes he had worn since Abdur Kad"r and he climbed the hill overlooking Suleiman"s Well. He opened and closed the breech of his heavy double-barreled Express rifle to make sure that the sand clouds had not clogged its mechanism, and fingered the cartridges in his cross-belt.
Then he waited. It would take the Hadendowas fully five minutes to come up with him, and he experienced a feeling akin to astonishment that he could bide his time so patiently, without any pang of anxiety, or hope, or agonizing misgiving. He thought of Irene, but only of her welfare.
If he were not brought down by a chance bullet early in the fray, he felt quite certain of being able to stave off the final rush long enough to give Abdur Kad"r a breathing spell, he had sufficient confidence in that wily old Arab"s resources to believe that he would outwit his pursuers, provided they lost a good deal of time in pa.s.sing this barrier.
Plan he had none, save to hail the enemy in Arabic and English, and then put up a strenuous fight for the benefit of those who approached nearest.
Round the shoulder of the rock he could look eastward, and a glimmering mist in that direction reminded him of the sea, and of the _Aphrodite_.
What a difference a hundred miles made! The luxuriously appointed yacht sailed out there in the midst of the ghostly cloud not so long ago. And here was he, clutching a rifle and preparing to sell his life in order to save most of her pa.s.sengers and crew from a sudden attack by a gang of bloodthirsty ruffians led by a frenzied Italian. As a study in contrasts that was rather striking, he fancied.
At last he heard the shuffling of camels" feet and the mutterings of men. The Hadendowas were crossing the river bed.
"Stop!" he shouted, in Arabic. "You die otherwise!"
There was an instant silence. They were evidently not prepared for this bold challenge.
"I am an Englishman," he added, still in Arabic, and, in the belief that some of them might at least recognize the sound of English, he went on:
"You have no right to molest me and my servants. I call on you to return to your master, and set at liberty the Arab Hussain--"
He was answered by a perfect blaze of rifles. Every man fired at random. At least a dozen bullets crashed against the rock. A violent tug at his left sleeve and some spatters of hot lead on his cheek showed that one missile had come too near to be pleasant. After pa.s.sing through his coat it had splashed on the granite just behind him.
He did not speak again, nor would he fire until sure of a mark. Another volley lit the darkness. This time he made out the forms of his attackers. They were standing some twenty yards away, and he marveled that they seemed not to see him; though he reflected at once, with the utmost nonchalance, that the blinding flash of the guns screened him quite effectually from their eyes.
Then he saw two dim figures moving swiftly forward. He brought both down, and their yells rent the air.
He sprang sideways, as far as the narrow road permitted, and reloaded.
The Arabs aimed wildly at the place where he had just been standing.
One of their number screamed a command, and they made a combined rush.