AT THE PORTAL
"Why in the world did you hide yourself in this part of the ship,
Irene?" cried Mrs. Haxton, advancing with a rapidity that was in marked
contrast to her usual languid movements. "I have been searching for you
everywhere."
"I have not hidden myself, and you must have missed a rather large
section out of your everywhere," said the girl, with a coolness that
Royson found admirable.
"But Mr. Fenshawe wants you. He has been vainly awaiting his partner at
the bridge table during the past twenty minutes."
"I would never have believed grandfather could be so callous. Play
cards here! Where every prospect pleases and only bridge is vile! Let
me bring him forth at once. Good night, Mr. Royson! Thank you so much
for a nice talk. I think I shall be able now to pass an examination in
the history and geography of the Suez Canal."
Dick lifted his cap, silently thanking Providence that women were more
adroit than men. Mrs. Haxton seemed to take no notice of him. Indeed,
she had scarcely spoken to him since they met at Marseilles, and, were
he a vain man, such studied neglect on the part of a pretty woman might
have supplied food for thought. Yet it is possible that Mrs. Haxton
herself would confess to a certain chagrin if she realized how small a
place she occupied in his mind as he followed her along the deck. Irene
flitted in front, light-limbed and agile, humming gaily a verse of some
song, but breaking off in the midst to ask Captain Stump not to be very
angry if she brought a party of invaders to his tiny domain. She was
young enough, not to feel fluttered by the knowledge that Mrs. Haxton
had broken in on a somewhat dangerous interchange of confidences. She
knew that she wanted a friend--some one less opinionative than Mr.
Fenshawe--to whom she could appeal for help and guidance when
difficulties arose. Royson was already a hero in her eyes, and what
more natural than that she should turn to him, especially under the
circumstances which had come to her knowledge that evening? As for
Dick, he fancied that the Suez Canal was one of the roads to Heaven.
Before he climbed into his bunk, however, he re-read Mr. Forbes's
letter, and noticed then that it bore signs of interference, while von
Kerber, if he had not opened it, must have jumped to the conclusion
that it came from London solely because the stamp was an English one.
Added to Irene's veiled warning that all was not well on board, this
apparent tampering with his correspondence bore an ugly look. It almost
suggested that the Baron feared he was what the London inquiry agent
had asked him to become--the paid spy of Alfieri. He wondered what hold
the Italian had on the man. Now that he was able to examine recent
events in perspective, he saw that von Kerber had traveled alone from
London with the hope of throwing off his track any one who was watching
him--and had failed. It was evident, too, that neither Mr. Fenshawe nor
his granddaughter, nor Mrs. Haxton for that matter, took pains to keep
their whereabouts unknown, because Dick had seen an announcement of the
_Aphrodite's_ cruise in a London newspaper brought on board by the
pilot. Von Kerber's name was not mentioned, but the others were
described briefly, the reference to Mrs. Haxton being that she was "a
_persona grata_ in Anglo-Egyptian society." Why, then, did the Austrian
demand such secrecy from the yacht's crew, and be so perturbed by the
advent of a letter addressed to one of them? But Royson's disposition
was far too happy-go-lucky to permit of serious ponderings on other
people's business. He laughed and reddened a little when his mind swung
round to the more pleasing memory of the girl's frank sympathy, and he
told himself, with deep and convincing earnestness, that next time they
met he must guard his unruly tongue, else it might run away with him
again, and find her in less receptive mood.
Then he fell asleep, and slept soundly, too, in blissful ignorance of a
conversation then taking place in the chart-house, though it had the
most direct bearing on his own future.
For von Kerber had seized the opportunity, when Mr. Fenshawe and the
two ladies went below, to draw Stump into private conclave.
"We reach Suez to-morrow, captain," he said, "and that will be our last
chance of getting rid of any of the crew whom you think unsuitable."
"That's so," agreed Stump, "but I can't say I've blacklisted any of
'em. The on'y fault I find with 'em is that there's too many hands for
the work."
"Ah, you regard them as dependable, yes?"
"Good for any game you like to put before 'em," was the brisk summary.
"That is what I want. But tell me, captain, will you be able to replace
Mr. Royson? I believe he is useful when it comes to sailing the yacht,
yet I have no doubt you can dispense with him?"
Stump was shrewd in a limited way. He caught the drift of von Kerber's
comment, and it did not help to further the scheme which the latter had
in mind.
"Mr. Royson?" came the quick growl. "What of him? Next to Tagg, he's
the best man in the crowd."
"Possibly, but I have reason to believe that he wishes to return to
England."
"He hasn't said so."
"Not to you, perhaps, but I know it is so, and I do not wish to detain
him when our numbers are already ample for all purposes. I am awkwardly
placed in the matter, as Mr. Fenshawe feels under a slight obligation
to him, so I shall be glad if you will pay him off to-morrow, on a
generous basis, of course, with every allowance for the expenses of the
homeward passage."
"Wot?" said Stump, moving restlessly under von Kerber's fixed gaze.
"D'ye mean it, mister?"
"I do, most certainly."
"Then you'd better fix the business yourself. You engaged him, like the
rest of us. I like the lad, and I'd take it ill to be axed to fire him.
No, sir. That ain't in my department this trip. It'd be a bird of
another color if he was no good. But he's a first-rater, an' I, for
one, will be sorry to lose him. If you don't take my word for it, ax
Tagg. He knows a man when he see him, does Tagg, an' he hasn't
forgotten that upper cut Mr. Royson gev' a land shark in Marseilles
when the crowd set about you."
Stump was profoundly moved, or he would not have made such a long
speech, and von Kerber knew that his flank attack had failed. Indeed,
the gruff sailor had as good as charged him with rank ingratitude.
"Oh, if you think that way about it," said he coolly, "we can let the
project drop for the present. I was only considering Mr. Royson's own
interests. Whether he goes or stays, it does not concern me in the
least. Have a cigarette? Ah, you prefer a pipe, yes? Well, good night,
captain. We shall not be rocked to sleep by the wild waves to-night, I
imagine."
Stump joined Tagg on the bridge. He jerked a thumb after the Baron's
retreating figure.
"That German swab wants me to boot Royson," he muttered.
"Boot Royson? The idee! Wot for?"
"He piled it on thick about wot he called Royson's own interests, but I
knew better'n that. It don't suit his book for our dandy second mate to
be sparkin' the owner's granddaughter abaft the lantern. You take my
tip, Tagg, that other woman, Mrs. Haxton, is as mean as sin, an' she
blew the gaff to-night when she dropped on 'em after supper."
"I've always thought her a bit of a cat," agreed Tagg.
"An' wot did you say?"
"Say, I tole 'im to do his dirty work hisself. Mark my words, Tagg,
he'll not tackle the job for fear it comes to the gal's ears. You watch
him close up like an oyster."
Stump was a prophet worthy of honor, though Dick did not appreciate the
Baron's friendly solicitude about his affairs until long afterwards.
But he did learn by chance how amply justified Irene was in her fear
that he might be asked to leave the ship. The _Aphrodite_ was spinning
down the Gulf of Suez late next day, under all her snowy spread of
sail, when Royson went aloft to assure himself that a stiff pulley on
the fore yard was in good working order. He found that it needed a
slight readjustment, and the alteration was troublesome owing to the
strain of a steady breeze. He persevered, put matters right, and was
climbing down to the deck when, through the foresail, he heard voices
discussing none other than himself.
Mrs. Haxton and von Kerber had strolled, forward, and were leaning over
the side of the ship, never dreaming that the man they were talking of
was within a few feet of them above their heads, though hidden by the
sail.
"I was exceedingly surprised to find that he was not sent ashore with
the pilot at Suez," the lady was saying. "No matter what his present
position may be, he is a baronet's nephew and prospective heir it would
seem. It is sheer madness on your part to keep a man like him on board."
"But I tell you that I asked Stump to discharge him, and met with a
blank refusal," replied the Baron irritably.
"That is even more amazing. Are not these men your servants?"
"Yes, in a sense. Try to understand me, Maud. I had to select men of
good character, or they might fail me in the hour of real need. If you
hire pirates you must expect them to act like pirates, yes? Stump
favors Royson, so he pointed out that as I had engaged him I must
dismiss him. And you know quite well, if you would only be reasonable,
that any such action on my part could hardly fail to arouse some
measure of doubt in Fenshawe's mind, which is the very thing we wish to
avoid."
"I think you are wrong, nevertheless."
"You should not say that if you are not prepared to tell me how I could
arrange an awkward business better. And what are you afraid of? He is
as keen as any of us for the adventure, and he will be well paid if it
succeeds."
"You are a poor conspirator, my dear Franz," laughed Mrs. Haxton
disagreeably. "If you were really the clever person you think yourself
you would know that such a man may leaven the whole crew with his ideas
of honor. And, when the pressure comes, he will have an excellent
helper in that girl. She, too, should have been left at home. Oh,
nonsense! Had you given me the ordering of affairs neither she nor this
young down-at-heels aristocrat would be here today. I am not saying
this merely to annoy you, as you seem to believe, but to warn you. Be
on your guard, Franz. Things are going too smoothly. No great fortune
was ever yet won without a hitch or two on the road, and we are not far
from the Five Hills now."
They moved away. Dick went back to his pulley, surveyed the deck over
the fore yard, and deferred his descent until "Franz" and "Maud" were
at the other end of the vessel. Since they came on board they had been
"Baron von Kerber" and "Mrs. Haxton" in the presence of others. What
desperate game were they playing that demanded these small
deceits--what hazard of fortune was it that gave rise to the woman's
Cassandra-like forebodings? Von Kerber had been candid enough in the
statement he put forward voluntarily at Marseilles. Any one could guess
the uncertainties of a quest depending on a document two thousand years
old, while its dangers were manifest. Mr. Fenshawe and Irene must be
cognizant of the open risks, and it was idle to suppose that they did
not appreciate the unobtrusive way in which the yacht was being hurried
to her destination. Why, then, should von Kerber and Mrs. Haxton share
some secret understanding, the outcome of which was doubtful, and,
above all else, why should they fear the influence that a young and
unknown man might exercise on the crew?
"Egypt is the land of riddles," mused Dick, as he gazed at the russet
and purple hills which spring up so suddenly to guard the strange sea
thrust by nature into the bosom of a fiery land. "My best course is to
adopt the attitude of the Sphinx. I shall keep my eyes open and say
nothing."
He forgot, however, that the chief characteristic of the Sphinx is an
enduring patience, and he chafed at the colorless monotony of the next
few days. The _Aphrodite_ crept under sail five hundred miles to the
south, until the wind died of sheer exhaustion. Then the engines took
their turn, and the yacht exchanged the steady roll of a topsail
schooner for the quivering uneasiness of a steam-driven ship. But sail
or steam, the pace was slow, and the passage of the Red Sea left its
record on the smart little vessel in the shape of blistered paint,
gaping seams, and planks from which the sweated pitch was no sooner
holy-stoned than it oozed forth again to smear their purity. Though
stout awnings defied the direct fury of the sun they could not shut out
its glare and furnace heat. And the human barometer showed the stress
of life. Stump was a caldron in himself, Tagg a bewhiskered malediction
in damp linen. The temper of the crew, stifling in crowded quarters,
suggested--that they were suffering from a plague of boils. As a mere
pastime, there was an occasional fight in the forecastle. Unhappily for
the disputants, Stump had a ready ear for these frays, and he would
rush in to settle them with a vigor that left the pugilists prostrate.
Then he would recover his caustic humor for half an hour, and regale
Royson with yarns of things wot happened when the Bed Sea was reelly
hot. This weather was on'y warm. Why, once when he was aboard the
_Ocean Queen_, her bunker gev' out six hours north o' Perim, but he
whipped the awnin's off, an' the sun kep' up a head o' steam in the
boilers until she ran into port.
The saloon party found existence more endurable. They had adjustable
window-shades, and electric fans, and there was a sheltered deck over
their heads. So they dozed away the hot hours placidly until the
memorable day dawned when Stump, after much close scrutiny of charts,
ventured to leave the safe channel down the center of the Red Sea and
stand in towards the African coast.
"Massowah!" was on every tongue, and the general listlessness vanished.
Soon a dim land-line appeared. It grew into a range of barren
mountains, broken by narrow, precipice-guarded valleys. Then a thin
strip of flat fore-shore became visible. It deepened into a flat
island, barely two miles long, and assumed a habitable aspect. A
lighthouse marked a fine harbor. A custom-house, a fort, several
jetties, and a town of fairly tall buildings stood clear from a
scattered gathering of coral-built Arab houses and hundreds of grass
and mat huts. In a word, man had conquered the wilderness, and a busy
community had sprung into being between the silent sea and the arid
earth.
While the _Aphrodite_ was picking her way cautiously to the anchorage
ground, Dick, who was on the bridge with the captain, heard some broken
talk between Mr. Fenshawe and the Baron. The latter, with subdued
energy, was urging some point which the older man refused to yield. The
discussion was keen, and the millionaire betrayed a polite resentment
of his companion's views.
"I am sure the Italian authorities will place no obstacle in our way,"
he declared at last. "When all is said and done, the interest of our
trip is mainly archeological. Why should you hold this absurd notion
that we may be refused official sanction?"
He spoke emphatically, with unveiled impatience. Dick could not make
out the Austrian's reply, but Mr. Fenshawe's next words showed that,
whatever the matter in dispute, he had a will of his own, and meant to
exercise it.
"It is useless to try to convince me on that head," he exclaimed. "I
would turn back this instant rather than act in the way you suggest.
You must allow me to follow my original plan. We shall obtain a valid
permit from the Governor. If, contrary to my expectation, he refers the
final decision to the Italian Foreign Department, we shall await cabled
instructions. Our ambassador at Rome can vouch for us. He is an old
friend of mine, and I only regret that I did not obey my first impulse
and write to him before I left London."
Von Kerber asserted that there was some danger of the Somali Arabs
becoming excited If they heard of the expedition. Mr. Fenshawe laughed.
"Arabs!" he cried. "How long has that bee buzzed In your bonnet. The
only lawless tribes In this country are far away in the interior. And
even they are apt to think many times before they offer active
resistance to the passing of a strong and well-intentioned _kafila_.
Besides, my dear fellow, we must purchase some portion of our equipment
here. It is secrecy, not candor, that would endanger our mission.
Believe me, you are suffering from Red Sea spleen. It distorts your
normal vision. You certainly took a different view of the situation
when we determined its main features in London."
Royson was careful not to look at the speakers. Between him and them
was seated Mrs. Haxton, and he knew that she, too, was an attentive
listener. Von Kerber began to explain the reasons which lay behind his
change of opinion, but Stump's voice suddenly recalled Dick to his
duties.
"Stand by the anchor, Mr. Royson," he said, "and see that everything is
clear when I tell you to let go."
Irene heard the order.
"I want to watch the anchor flop overboard," she announced, springing
up from a deck chair. "I think I shall accompany you, Mr. Royson."
Dick held out his hand to help her down the short companionway. They
had not exchanged many words since that memorable night in the canal,
and the penetrating look in the girl's eyes warned Royson now that she
was about to say something not meant for others to hear.
"You have not forgotten?" she murmured.
"No," he answered.
"When we go ashore you must come with us."
"How can I make sure of that?"
"Ask Captain Stump to send you in charge of the boat. Do you know that
an attempt was made to get rid of you at Suez?"
"Yes."
"It failed."
"Yes, I know that, too."
"Who told you?"
"I overheard a conversation. I could not help it."
"Well, once we are ashore I may have a chance of explaining things
fully. If necessary, tell Captain Stump I wish you to escort us."
They could say no more. The telegraph rang from "Slow" to "Stop her."
Two sailors were waiting in the bows, and had already cleared the
anchor from its chocks. Irene leaned against the rail. She wore a pith
hat, and was dressed in white muslin for shore-going, while a
pink-lined parasol helped to dispel a pallor which was the natural
result of an exhausting voyage. Dick thought he had never seen a woman
with a face and figure to match hers, and it is to be feared that his
mind wandered a little until he was roused by a bellow from the bridge.
"Stand by, forrard. Let go-o-o!"
Luckily, Dick's office was a sinecure. The men knew what to do, and did
it. With a roar and a rattle the chain cable rushed through the
hawse-pipe, and the _Aphrodite_ rested motionless on the green water of
the roadstead.
The yacht's arrival created some stir on shore. Several boats put off,
their swarthy crews contending strenuously which should have the
valuable privilege of landing the expected passengers. Stump bustled
down from the bridge with the important air of a man who had achieved
something, and thus gave Royson an unforeseen opportunity of asking him
about the boat. The skipper swung himself back to the upper deck, and
approached Mr. Fenshawe.
"Are you goin' ashore at once, sir?" he inquired.
"Yes, the sooner the better, or the Government Offices will be closed
for the day."
"Mr. Royson," shouted Stump, "pipe the crew of the jolly-boat, an'
lower away."
"An Arab boat will be much speedier and more roomy," broke in Mrs.
Haxton, quick to observe that von Kerber was not paying heed to the
captain's preparations.
"You can land in one of those weird-looking craft If you like," said
Irene, "but I am sure Mr. Fenshawe and I would prefer our own state
barge. It is much more dignified, too, and I really think we ought to
impress the natives. Don't you agree with me, Baron von Kerber?"
There was nothing more to be said. The boat was lowered so smartly that
Dick was seated at the tiller, and four ash blades were driving her
rapidly shoreward, before the leading crew of panting Somalis reached
the ship's side. They secured two passengers, however. Mrs. Haxton, who
had declined a seat in the jolly-boat on the score of the intense heat,
changed her mind, and the captain elected to go with her.
"I want to cable my missus," he announced, "an' Massowah is likely to
be our last port for some time. If she don't hear from me once a month,
she frets. That's where Tagg has the pull. He's an orfin."
Mrs. Haxton smiled delightedly. She was watching the distant
jolly-boat, and something seemed to please her.
"Your second mate has not visited Massowah before?" she said.
"No, ma'am."
"We shall be ashore first, after all. He is heading for the Government
jetee, where a sentry will warn him off."
"Oh, you know the ropes here, then?" said Stump. "Not many English
ladies have coasted in these waters."
Mrs. Haxton thought, perhaps, that she had aired her knowledge
unnecessarily, but she explained that when her husband was alive she
had accompanied him during a long cruise in the Red Sea. "He was
interested in cable construction," she said, "and we visited Massowah
when it was first taken In hand by the Italians."
"Excuse me, ma'am, but have you bin long a widdy?"
"Nearly five years."
"By gad," said Stump admiringly, "you must ha' bin a small slip of a
gal when you was married!"
She laughed, with the quiet assurance of a beautiful and well-dressed
woman. Mrs. Haxton could be charming when she chose, and she wanted
Stump to act exactly in accord with her own plans when they reached the
town. By this time the two boats were nearly level, but separated by a
hundred yards or more. The captain had half risen to hail Dick when
Mrs. Haxton stopped him.
"Let them go on," she cried. "They would not take my advice. Now they
will find that we have beaten them by a good five minutes."
Stump knew quite well, of course, that a broad-beamed English boat
could not compete with the long, slim Somali craft, but he was aware
also that Miss Fenshawe and Royson wished to land in company. So he
grinned, and sat down again.
The outcome of these cross purposes was curious in many ways. As Mrs.
Haxton foresaw, the jolly-boat was forbidden to land at the main wharf,
and Royson discovered that the Austrian did not understand Italian. It
was Irene who translated the orders shouted at them by a
brigandish-looking soldier, and they had to pull off in the direction
of a smaller pier where Mrs. Haxton and Captain Stump had already
disembarked in the midst of a crowd of jabbering natives.
"Now, captain," said Mrs. Haxton, with her sweetest smile, pointing to
a white building in the distance, "that is the telegraph-office. We
need not both remain here until our friends arrive. Suppose you go and
send your cablegram in peace. By the time you have written it we shall
be close behind you. Pray don't wait on my account. You see I want to
crow over Miss Fenshawe."
"Just as you like, ma'am," said Stump, lifting his cap awkwardly. He
went at the noisy mob like a battering-ram. "Sheer off, you
black-an'-tan mongrels!" he roared at them. "Go an' ax some one to play
on you with a hose-pipe. Jow, you soors! D'ye think the lady likes to
be pisened?"
He cleared a space, and rolled away towards the town. Hence, he did not
notice a gaunt Arab, whose flowing burnous and distinguished air
singled him out from the mixed gathering of nondescripts at the
landing-place, who bided his time until Mrs. Haxton looked in his
direction. Then he salaamed, with a courtly blend of deference and
hauteur, and she beckoned him instantly.
"You are Sheikh Abdullah?" she asked in French.
"Yes, madam," he replied, in the same language.
"You know the town well?"
"I have been waiting here two months."
"Then two more hours will not weary you. Von Kerber Effendi, or I, or
both of us, will meet you outside the Elephant Mosque at five o'clock.
Nevertheless, should there be others with us, do not speak unless we
address you."
"Who is he, the red ox?" demanded the Arab, gazing after the broad
figure of Captain Stump.
"He is the captain of our ship, a man of no importance. The Hakim
Effendi is in the approaching boat. With him is Fenshawe Effendi, the
old, gray-haired man. There is a tall young ship's officer there, too.
His name is Royson--you will not forget?--Royson. He is dangerous.
Regard him well. He might prove troublesome, or useful--I hardly know
which at present. Fenshawe Effendi speaks French and Arabic, Royson
Effendi French only. That is all, for the present. Leave me now."
"Adieu, madame. A cinq heures!"
Drawing back into the mob of natives, who were pressing nearer in their
eagerness to offer themselves for hire to the Europeans in the boat,
Abdullah shaded his swarthy face under, a fold of his burnous. Royson
leaped ashore in order to assist Irene to land. She, with school-girl
glee at emancipation from the narrow decks of the _Aphrodite_, sprang
on to the low pier at the same instant, and laughed at his surprise at
finding her standing by his side. They both extended a hand to Mr.
Fenshawe, who refused their aid, saying that the first breath of dry
air had made him feel as young as ever.
"There is no tonic like it," he said. "Look at Mrs. Haxton if you want
a proof. She was a lily in London--now she is a rose."
Excitement, or the prospect of success, had certainly given the lady's
complexion a fine tint. Her dainty profile offered a striking contrast
to the motley crew of negroid Arabs who surrounded her. And she came to
meet them in a buoyant spirit, though the fierce sun was scorching her
delicate skin through the thin fabric of her dress.
"I ought to have made a wager with you, Mr. Royson," she cried,
pronouncing his name very distinctly. "Our English-built craft cannot
hold its own against the Somali, you see."
Knowing nothing of the difference of opinion on board the yacht, Dick
could not fathom this sudden graciousness on her part. Before he could
answer, von Kerber's highly-pitched voice broke in.
"Why did Captain Stump come ashore with you?" he asked.
"To send Mrs. Stump a cablegram, I believe," replied Mrs. Haxton
carelessly.
"He ought to have asked my permission first."
The petulant words drew a protest from Mr. Fenshawe.
"My dear Baron," he said, "why should not the poor man make known his
safe arrival to his wife? You are not yourself to-day. What is
it--liver? or anxiety?"
"I have no special reason for anxiety," cried von Kerber, almost
hysterically. Royson came to his relief by asking for orders about the
boat, but the Austrian was so unnerved, for no visible reason, that he
hesitated, and Irene answered for him.
"We have arranged to dine on shore, at the Hôtel Grande del Universo,"
she said. "Mr. Fenshawe wishes Captain Stump and you to join us, so the
boat may go back to the yacht and come for us at eight o'clock. When
you meet Captain Stump, please tell him."
"Excellent!" agreed her grandfather, who now heard of the "arrangement"
for the first time. "Really, Irene, you put things so admirably that I
hardly recognize my own crude thoughts. Well, as that is settled, let
us go straight to the Governor's house. One of these black gentlemen
will pilot us."
While Fenshawe was airing his Arabic in selecting a guide from fifty
volunteers, Dick gave instructions to the boat's crew. Mrs. Haxton,
seeing that Irene was all eyes for her new and strange surroundings,
read von Kerber a much-needed lecture.
"For goodness' sake gather your wits," she murmured. "You will arouse
general suspicion by your foolish precautions. Now listen. Before five
o'clock let us all gather at the hotel for tea. Slip away on some
pretext, and go instantly to the Elephant Mosque. It is in the main
street, three hundred yards to the left of the hotel. I shall join you
there if possible, but, in any event, you'll meet Abdullah. And,
whatever you do, stop this nonsense about proceeding in secret. Ah,
yes, Irene, your grandfather has his hands full. But he knows how to
manage natives. You will see him in his element when we come to collect
a _kafila_."
So, smiling and soft-tongued, Mrs. Haxton turned in response to some
delighted exclamation from the girl. They made their way inland in the
wake of a swaggering negro, and, as Royson passed with the others,
Abdullah, the Arab, appraised him with critical eye.
"By the Holy Kaaba," said he, "there goes a man! I have seen few like
him, even at Khartoum, where the giaours swarmed in thousands. But he
is young, and his flesh is soft. The desert will thin his blood. And
that little bull, who went before--he, too, should feel the sap dry in
his bones. Tomb of my father! if the Hakim Effendi has brought such men
as these in his train, there will be deeds done at the foot of the Five
Hills, and I, Abdullah the Spear-thrower, shall be there to witness
them."