their muscles reacting to the command that their brains but half
perceived. They snatched their guns from the racks and formed a line
behind the corporal. The king raised his fingers to the vizor of his
helmet in acknowledgment of their salute.
"Saddle up quietly, corporal," he said. "We shall ride to Lustadt
The non-commissioned officer saluted. "And an extra horse for Herr
Custer?" he said.
The king shook his head. "The man died of his wound about an hour
ago," he said. "While you are saddling up I shall arrange with some
of the Blentz servants for his burial--now hurry!"
The corporal marched his troopers from the guardroom toward the
stables. The man in the king's clothes touched a bell which was
obviously a servant call. He waited impatiently a reply to his
summons, tapping his finger-tips against the sword-scabbard that was
belted to his side. At last a sleepy-eyed man responded--a man who
had grown gray in the service of Peter of Blentz. At sight of the
king he opened his eyes in astonishment, pulled his foretop, and
"Come closer," whispered the king. The man did so, and the king
spoke in his ear earnestly, but in scarce audible tones. The eyes of
the listener narrowed to mere slits--of avarice and cunning, cruelly
cold and calculating. The speaker searched through the pockets of
the king's clothes that covered him. At last he withdrew a roll of
bills. The amount must have been a large one, but he did not stop to
count it. He held the money under the eyes of the servant. The
fellow's claw-like fingers reached for the tempting wealth. He
nodded his head affirmatively.
"You may trust me, sire," he whispered.
The king slipped the money into the other's palm. "And as much
more," he said, "when I receive proof that my wishes have been
"Thank you, sire," said the servant.
The king looked steadily into the other's face before he spoke
"And if you fail me," he said, "may God have mercy on your soul."
Then he wheeled and left the guardroom, walking out into the
courtyard where the soldiers were busy saddling their mounts.
A few minutes later the party clattered over the drawbridge and down
the road toward Blentz and Lustadt. From a window of the apartments
of Peter of Blentz a man watched them depart. When they passed
across a strip of moonlit road, and he had counted them, he smiled
A moment later he entered a panel beside the huge fireplace in the
west wall and disappeared. There he struck a match,
"He would not," confessed the tutor.Page 18
the man whom he and Rokoff had so assiduously attempted to ruin and murder all the misfortunes that had befallen him in the failure of their various schemes against their intended victim.Page 29
Billings and her grandson.Page 35
Playing before one of the Arab tents was a little girl of ten--a black-haired, black-eyed little girl who, with her nut-brown skin and graceful carriage looked every inch a daughter of the desert.Page 49
He raised his face toward the heavens and opened his mouth to voice a strange, weird cry that seemed screaming within him for outward expression, but no sound passed his lips--he just stood there for a full minute, his face turned toward the sky, his breast heaving to the pent emotion, like an animate statue of vengeance.Page 70
The Sheik was stooping to reach for the girl when The Killer dropped to the ground at his side.Page 76
Akut presently rejoined them.Page 94
He could speak the language of the baboon--it was identical to that of the great apes.Page 96
Keeping well in the shadows of the huts he commenced a systematic search of the village--ears, eyes and nose constantly upon the alert for the first intimation of the near presence of Meriem.Page 100
"Korak goes," he shouted; "but he will return and take you from the Gomangani.Page 133
He saw Numa hesitate.Page 153
I didn't like to interfere for it wasn't any of my business, but I knew they hadn't ought to be ridin' about that time of night, leastways not the girl--it wasn't right and it wasn't safe.Page 154
Presently he looked up.Page 160
Korak could see the man urging something.Page 176
Where had she seen that picture before? And then, quite suddenly, it came to her that this was a picture of herself as she had been years and years before.Page 183
Chapter 23 Meriem had traversed half the length of the village street when a score of white-robed.Page 184
She knew that The Sheik recognized her.Page 190
Already the two blacks stationed there were pushing the unwieldy portals to.Page 191
Baynes buried his face in his hands and rocked back and forth as the hideous picture of her fate burned itself into his consciousness.Page 201
"Be still, and stay where you are," snapped The Sheik, and then to Baynes.