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Dick had advanced a pace, but the agent sheered off twice as far, as though the air between them was not only cold but resilient. "I shall be quite careful. Just one small punch, say a sovereign's worth. Come, that is cheap enough." Then the man ran off at top speed. Royson could have caught him in a few strides, but he did not move.
Though the Hadendowas were well armed, and outnumbered them by two to one, Royson felt that the presence of the Englishmen, all of whom were ex-sailors of the Royal Navy, would nerve his Arab helpers to attack and defeat Alfieri's band of cutthroats.
Stump, who would not leave the yacht, permitted Tagg and Royson to accept the proffered civility. They passed a pleasant evening, and saw the female acrobat negotiate a thirty-feet jump, head downward, taken through space by the automobile. Then they elected to walk to No. 3. Basin, a distance of a mile and a half. It was about eleven o'clock and a fine night.
There was a break-down on the line near Dijon, which delayed them eight hours, and Stump might have had apoplexy were not Royson at hand to translate the curt explanations of railway officials. But the two became good friends, which was an excellent thing for Dick, and the latter soon discovered, to his great surprise, that Stump had never set eyes on the Aphrodite.
In that wonderful light its progress might be marked twenty miles away by keen eyes. The girl watched it silently for a time, while Royson, knowing the manner in which the camp would be formed, picketed the two horses so as not to interfere with the general arrangements. Then he lit a cigarette and rejoined Irene. "How far distant is the head of the caravan now?" she asked. "Nearly two miles.
Abdur Kad'r, in command of several Arabs on Bisharin camels, provided a mounted screen half a mile in front. Fenshawe, Royson and Irene, with some of the sailors, formed the advance guard. Then came the kafila proper, with the remainder of the Aphrodite's crew, under Stump's charge, as a rearguard.
Somehow, it never occurred to him that the fur-clothed Baron might find him suitable employment. Nevertheless, he went to 118, Queen's Gate, at seven o'clock. The footman who opened the door, seemed to be expecting him. "Mr. King?" said the man. This struck Royson as distinctly amusing. "Something like that," he answered, but the footman had the face of a waxen image. "This way, Mr. King."
Dick had no intention of saying "Jack Robinson," but he moderated his pace, and helped Tagg over the ground by grasping his arm. They soon saw that two men had pulled the driver off the box, and were holding him down indeed, tying him hand and foot. Royson prevented the success of this operation by a running kick and an upper cut which placed two Marseillais out of action.
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.
Indeed, if Ka and Ra and beetle-headed Khepra were so important in the scheme of existence that this dainty scientist cared naught for the moth-life of society, why, then, did she blush when she remembered how closely Dick Royson had clasped her to his breast over-night?
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