have just hidden. It is you
when you were a child--a very young child. May I see it again?"
Meriem drew away from him.
"I will give it back," he said. "I have heard of you and I know that
you have no love for The Sheik, your father. Neither have I. I will
not betray you. Let me see the picture."
Friendless among cruel enemies, Meriem clutched at the straw that Abdul
Kamak held out to her. Perhaps in him she might find the friend she
needed. Anyway he had seen the picture and if he was not a friend he
could tell The Sheik about it and it would be taken away from her. So
she might as well grant his request and hope that he had spoken fairly,
and would deal fairly. She drew the photograph from its hiding place
and handed it to him.
Abdul Kamak examined it carefully, comparing it, feature by feature
with the girl sitting on the ground looking up into his face. Slowly
he nodded his head.
"Yes," he said, "it is you, but where was it taken? How does it happen
that The Sheik's daughter is clothed in the garments of the unbeliever?"
"I do not know," replied Meriem. "I never saw the picture until a
couple of days ago, when I found it in the tent of the Swede, Malbihn."
Abdul Kamak raised his eyebrows. He turned the picture over and as his
eyes fell upon the old newspaper cutting they went wide. He could read
French, with difficulty, it is true; but he could read it. He had been
to Paris. He had spent six months there with a troupe of his desert
fellows, upon exhibition, and he had improved his time, learning many
of the customs, some of the language, and most of the vices of his
conquerors. Now he put his learning to use. Slowly, laboriously he
read the yellowed cutting. His eyes were no longer wide. Instead they
narrowed to two slits of cunning. When he had done he looked at the
"You have read this?" he asked.
"It is French," she replied, "and I do not read French."
Abdul Kamak stood long in silence looking at the girl. She was very
beautiful. He desired her, as had many other men who had seen her. At
last he dropped to one knee beside her.
A wonderful idea had sprung to Abdul Kamak's mind. It
"I am commencing to believe that you are not so crazy as we have all thought," he said.Page 31
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Here he summoned Butzow.Page 76
Ten minutes later the party entered the wood at the edge of town, where the squadron soon joined them.Page 106
"The room is empty," came a voice from above him.Page 109
He stood there now with leveled rifle, a challenge upon his lips.Page 116
It suddenly occurred to him that there was something peculiarly grim and sinister in the appearance of the dead, blank surface of weather-stained brick.Page 128
He took a step toward the king.Page 137
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Another, just behind, ran upon him, and the two rolled over together with their riders.Page 157
The king trembled.Page 158
She answered the smile and her lips formed a silent "good-bye.Page 167
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Presently a sergeant of the Royal Horse Guards cantered down the street from the palace.Page 185
"He wants Prince Peter," they mocked.Page 187
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Where the road dipped into the ravine and down through the village to the valley the rider drew his restless mount into a walk; but, once in the valley, he let him out.