A PURSUIT.
At the first appearance of day, Rais Mourad ordered the march to be
resumed, over a long ridge of sand. The sun soon after rising, on a high
hill about four leagues distant were seen the white walls of the city of
Santa Cruz, or, as it is called by the Arabs, Agadez. Descending the
sand ridge, the cavalcade moved over a level plain covered with grain
crops, and dotted here and there with small walled villages surrounded
by plantations of vines and date-trees.
At one of the villages near the road the cavalcade made a halt, and was
admitted within the walls. Throwing themselves down in the shade of some
date-trees, the white slaves soon fell into a sound slumber.
Three hours after they were awakened to eat a small compound of hot
barley-cakes and honey.
Before they had finished their repast, Rais Mourad came up to the spot,
and began a conversation with the Krooman.
"What does the Moor say?" inquired Harry.
"He say dat if we be no bad, and we no cheat him, he take us to Sweareh,
to de English Consul."
"Of course we will promise that, or anything else," assented Harry, "and
keep the promise too, if we can. He will be sure to be well paid for us.
Tell him that!"
The Krooman obeyed: and the Moor, in reply, said that he was well aware
that he would be paid something by the Consul, but that he required a
written promise from the slaves themselves as to the amount.
He wanted them to sign an agreement that he should be paid two hundred
dollars for each one of them.
This they readily assented to, and the Moor then produced a piece of
paper, a reed, and some ink.
Rais Mourad wrote the agreement himself in Arabic, on one side of the
paper, and then, reading it sentence by sentence, requested the Krooman
to translate it to his companions.
The translation given by the Krooman was--
"To English Consul,--
"We be four Christian slave. Rais Mourad buy us of Arab. We promise
to gib him two hundred dollar for one, or eight hundred dollar for
four, if he take us to you. Please pay him quick."
Harry and Colin signed the paper without any hesitation, and it was then
handed with the pen to Sailor Bill.
The old sailor took the paper; and, after carefully surveying every
object around him, walked up to one of the saddles lying on the ground a
few paces off.
Spreading the paper on the saddle, he sat down, and very deliberately
set about the task of making his autograph.
Slowly as the hand of a clock moving over the face of a dial, Bill's
hand passed over the paper, while his head oscillated from side to side
as each letter was formed.
After Bill had succeeded in painting a few characters which, in his
opinion, expressed the name of William McNeal, Harry was requested to
write a similar agreement on the other side of the paper, which they
were also to sign.
Rais Mourad was determined on being certain that his slaves had put
their names to such an agreement as he wished, and therefore had written
it himself, so that he might not be deceived.
About two hours before sunset all were again in the saddle; and, riding
out of the gateway, took a path leading up the mountain on which stands
the city of Santa Cruz.
When about half-way up, a party of horsemen, between twenty and thirty
in number, was seen coming after them at full speed.
Rais Mourad remembered the threat made by the grazier who claimed the
slaves as his property, and every exertion was made to reach the city
before his party could be overtaken.
The horses ridden by the white slaves were small animals, in poor
condition, and were unable to move up the hill with much speed, although
their riders had been reduced by starvation to the very lightest of
weights.
Before reaching the level plain on the top of the hill, the pursuers
gained on them rapidly, and had lessened the distance between the two
parties by nearly half a mile. The nearest gate of the city was still
more than a mile ahead, and towards it the Moors urged their horses with
all the energy that could be inspired by oaths, kicks, and blows.
As they neared the gate the herds of their pursuers were seen just
rising over the crest of the hill behind them. But as Rais Mourad saw
that his slaves were now safe, he checked his steed, and the few yards
that remained of the journey were performed at a slow pace, for the Moor
did not wish to enter the gate of a strange city in a hasty or
undignified manner.
No delay on passing the sentinels, and in five minutes more the weary
slaves dismounted from their nearly exhausted steeds, and were commanded
by Rais Mourad to thank God that they had arrived safe in the Empire of
Morocco.
In less than a quarter of an hour after Bo Muzem and the grazier rode
through the gateway, accompanied by a troop of fierce-looking Arab
horsemen.
The wrath of the merchant seemed to have waxed greater in the interval,
and he appeared as if about to make an immediate attack upon Harry
Blount, the chief object of his spiteful vengeance.
In this he was prevented by Rais Mourad, who appealed to an officer of
the city guard to protect him.
The officer informed the merchant that while within the walls of the
city he must not molest other people, and Bo Muzem was compelled to give
his word that he would not do so: that is to say, he was bound over to
keep the peace.
The other Arabs, in whose company they had come, were also given to
understand that they were in a Moorish city; and, as they saw that they
were powerless to do harm without meeting with punishment, their fierce
deportment soon gave way to a demeanor more befitting the streets of a
civilized town.
Both pursued and pursuers were cautioned against any infringement of the
laws of the place; and as a different quarter was assigned to each
party, all chances of a conflict were, for the time, happily frustrated.