--hat do I care for the information you bring from Baghdad?--he was demanding.--either Turkey nor Germany means anything to me. But it seems you fail to realize your own position. It is mine to command, yours to obey! You are my prisoner, my captive, my slave! It-- time you learned what that means. And the best teacher I know is the whip!-- He fairly spat the last word at her and she paled.
--ou dare not subject me to this indignity!--she whispered weakly.
Gordon knew this man must be Osman Pasha. He drew his heavy automatic from its scabbard under his armpit and aimed at the Turk-- breast through the crack in the window. But even as his finger closed on the trigger he changed his mind. There was the sentry at the door, and a hundred other armed men, within hearing, whom the sound of a shot would bring on the run. He grasped the window bars and braced his legs.
-- see I must dispel your illusions,--muttered Osman, moving toward the girl who cowered back until the wall stopped her. Her face was white. She had dealt with many dangerous men in her hazardous career, and she was not easily frightened. But she had never met a man like Osman. His face was a terrifying mask of cruelty; the ferocity that gloats over the agony of a weaker thing shone in his eyes.
Suddenly he had her by the hair, dragging her to him, laughing at her scream of pain. Just then Gordon ripped the strips off the window. The snapping of the wood sounded loud as a gun-shot and Osman wheeled, drawing his pistol, as Gordon came through the window.
The American hit on his feet, leveled automatic checking Osman't move. The Turk froze, his pistol lifted shoulder high, muzzle pointing at the roof. Outside the sentry called anxiously.
--nswer him!--grated Gordon below his breath.--ell him everything is all right. And drop that gun!-- The pistol fell to the floor and the girl snatched it up.
--ome here, Fraulein!-- She ran to him, but in her haste she crossed the line of fire. In that fleeting moment when her body shielded his, Osman acted. He kicked the table and the candle toppled and went out, and simultaneously he dived for the floor. Gordon't pistol roared deafeningly just as the hut was plunged into darkness. The next instant the door crashed inward and the sentry bulked against the starlight, to crumple as Gordon't gun crashed again and yet again.
With a sweep of his arm, Gordon found the girl and drew her toward the window. He lifted her through as if she had been a child, and climbed through after her. He did not know whether his blind slug had struck Osman or not. The man was crouching silently in the darkness, but there was no time to strike a match and see whether he was living or dead. But as they ran across the shadowy plain, they heard Osman't voice lifted in passion.
By the time they reached the crest of the ridge the girl was winded. Only Gordon't arm about her waist, half dragging, half carrying her, enabled her to make the last few yards of the steep incline. The plain below them was alive with torches and shouting men. Osman was yelling for them to run down the fugitives, and his voice came faintly to them on the ridge.
--ake them alive, curse you! Scatter and find them! It-- El Borak!--An instant later he was yelling, with an edge of panic in his voice:--ait. Come back! Take cover and make ready to repel an attack! He may have a horde of Arabs with him!----e thinks first of his own desire, and only later of the safety of his men,--muttered Gordon.--don't think he'sl ever get very far. Come on.--
He led the way to the camel, helped the girl into the saddle, then leaped up himself. A word, a tap of the camel wand, and the beast ambled silently off down the slope.
-- know Osman caught you at El Awad,--said Gordon.--ut what-- he up to? What-- his game?----e was a lieutenant stationed at El Ashraf,--she answered.--e persuaded his company to mutiny, kill their commander and desert. He plans to fortify the Walls of Sulayman, and build a new empire. I thought at first he was mad, but he isn't. He-- a devil.----he Walls of Sulayman?--Gordon checked his mount and sat for a moment motionless in the starlight.
--re you game for an all-night ride?--he asked presently.
--nywhere! As long as it is far away from Osman!--There was a hint of hysteria in her voice.
-- doubt if your escape will change his plans. He--l probably lie about Achmet all night under arms, expecting an attack. In the morning he will decide that I was alone, and pull out for the Walls.
--ell, I happen to know that an Arab force is there, waiting for an order from Lawrence to move on to Ageyli. Three hundred Juheina camel-riders, sworn to Feisal. Enough to eat Osman't gang. Lawrence-- messenger should reach them some time between dawn and noon. There is a chance we can get there before the Juheina pull out. If we can, we--l turn them on Osman and wipe him out, with his whole pack.
--t won't upset Lawrence-- plans for the Juheina to get to Ageyli a day late, and Osman must be destroyed. He-- a mad dog running loose.----is ambition sounds mad,--she murmured.--ut when he speaks of it, with his eyes blazing, it's easy to believe he might even succeed.----ou forget that crazier things have happened in the desert,--he answered, as he swung the camel eastward.--he world is being made over here, as well as in Europe. There-- no telling what damage this Osman might do, if left to himself. The Turkish Empire is falling to pieces, and new empires have risen out of the ruins of old ones.
--ut if we can get to Sulayman before the Juheina march, we--l check him. If we find them gone, we--l be in a pickle ourselves. It-- a gamble, our lives against his. Are you game?----ill the last card falls!--she retorted. His face was a blur in the starlight, but she sensed rather than saw his grim smile of approval.
The camel-- hoofs made no sound as they dropped down the slope and circled far wide of the Turkish camp. Like ghosts on a ghost-camel they moved across the plain under the stars. A faint breeze stirred the girl-- hair. Not until the fires were dim behind them and they were again climbing a hill-road did she speak.
-- know you. You--e the American they call El Borak, the Swift. You came down from Afghanistan when the war began. You were with King Hussein even before Lawrence came over from Egypt. Do you know who I am?----es.----hen what-- my status?--she asked.--ave you rescued me or captured me? Am I a prisoner?----et us say companion, for the time being,--he suggested.--e--e up against a common enemy. No reason why we shouldn't make common cause, is there?----one!--she agreed, and leaning her blond head against his hard shoulder, she went soundly to sleep.
A gaunt moon rose, pushing back the horizons, flooding craggy slopes and dusty plains with leprous silver. The vastness of the desert seemed to mock the tiny figures on their tiring camel, as they rode blindly on toward what Fate they could not guess.
IV
WOLVES OF THE DESERT
Olga awoke as dawn was breaking. She was cold and stiff, in spite of the cloak Gordon had wrapped about her, and she was hungry. They were riding through a dry gorge with rock-strewn slopes rising on either hand, and the camel-- gait had become a lurching walk. Gordon halted it, slid off without making it kneel, and took its rope.
--t-- about done, but the Walls aren't far ahead. Plenty of water there--food, too, if the Juheina are still there. There are dates in that pouch.-- If he felt the strain of fatigue he did not show it as he strode along at the camel-- head. Olga rubbed her chill hands and wished for sunrise.
--he Well of Harith,--Gordon indicated a walled enclosure ahead of them.--he Turks built that wall, years ago, when the Walls of Sulayman were an army post. Later they abandoned both positions.-- The wall, built of rocks and dried mud, was in good shape, and inside the enclosure there was a partly ruined hut. The well was shallow, with a mere trickle of water at the bottom.