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As soon as she began to relate Mrs. Haxton's story, she realized that it implied a confession of the attachment existing between Royson and herself. She stammered and flushed when it came to explaining the interest she took in all appertaining to Dick, but the old gentleman listened gravely and without comment. "What do you think, Irene?" he asked when she had finished.
I came here In good faith, and I quit the place with the resolution that never again shall I entrust myself to the vagaries of any Jack-in-office who thinks he can browbeat a man of my repute like one of the wretched natives whom he misrules." Royson had some difficulty in persuading his irate employer to enter the Governor's carriage. Mr.
They seemed to be waiting some signal before they rode out into the plain, to complete the merciless ring which would then surround the doomed occupants of the Seven Hills. There was not a moment to be lost, and Royson, having formed his plan, put it into instant operation.
He bellowed forth some order, and another shout came from the sea. Then he poised himself ready to strike. Royson was within a horse's length, leaning forward in the saddle, when he caught the gleam of the uplifted weapon. At the same instant he recognized Irene, and saw that she was gagged, and her hands were tied behind her back.
"At present, I have every cause to doubt the man's motives in leaving us, and I want more than negative proof to acquit him of dishonesty. By the way, Irene, have you told Royson of his good fortune?" "I have hardly spoken two words to him since he arrived," said she innocently. "Dear me! That sounds like a strong hint," and Fenshawe very considerately left the two alone.
"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.
And, in the general excitement, none who looked at Royson paid heed to the hardships he had undergone. He had hardly closed his eyes during two nights and three days, for the rest obtained while he and Abdur Kad'r awaited the outcome of Hussain's embassy was calculated rather to add to his physical exhaustion than relieve it.
It is too venturesome. I think that this section of the desert is fairly clear of any real danger, so far as prowling Bedouins are concerned, but there are other unpleasant neighbors in the shape of snakes and scorpions " "I am wearing riding boots," she interrupted. "And I shall soon relieve your anxiety by returning to my hammock. Pray don't trouble about me, Mr. Royson.
"I quite agree with you, captain, but you must put up with a fair spell of railway bumping before you reach Marseilles." Stump gave him a questioning look. Royson did not resemble the type of land shark with which he was familiar. Yet his eyes gleamed like those of a perplexed bull. "I s'pose you heard my missus an' me talking of Marseilles," he growled, "but how do you know I'm a captain."
"I cannot add much to what I have said already," he answered. "I think you understand me, I want silence and good service. Give me these and I shall repay you tenfold." They went on deck. Stump dug Royson n the ribs. "It would ha' done me a treat to see you upper cut that Frog," he whispered, his mouth widening in a grin. "I'm good at a straight punch myself, but I'm too short for a swing.
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