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Updated: June 6, 2025
Michael was compelling his servant to give utterance to the suspicion which had become almost a certainty in his mind. "Aiwah, Effendi. The treasure has already been discovered." "Good God! Do you think it is that, Abdul?" "Aiwah, Effendi." Abdul's voice was contrite. Michael felt as if all movement in the world had suddenly been arrested.
In answer to Abdul's question, Michael yawned and stretched out his arms. "Yes, greatly refreshed, Abdul. How long have I slept? What time is it? I feel very much better." "The Effendi's words give happiness to his servant," Abdul said. "With care my master will enjoy good health in a day or two." "I'm all right now, Abdul. That last compress has done me a world of good. My headache has lifted."
He learned later it was just Abdul's normal method of spending the night when he had the wind up. These sounds were not disturbing, and soon the cobbers, for the first time, were asleep under fire. Mac's first morning at Anzac was one of deep interest.
Moreover, in view of Abdul's undoubted ability, he probably discovered for himself its efficacy as a weapon of reprisal when hard pressed by pertinacious and inquisitive Ambassadors, for he often found himself much embarrassed in his dealings with Armenia and other domestic affairs by the intrusions of the more formidable Christian Powers.
For a few moments the desire to throw himself into the arms of Islam overwhelmed him; it was the way of peace, the way of forgetfulness, the way of self-surrender. He remembered Abdul's teachings, and how he had often said, "A sort of death comes over the first life, and this state is signified by the word Islam, for Islam brings about death of the passions of the flesh and gives new life to us.
Abdul now looked upon him as a personal possession; he had nursed him back to life and health; he was a gift which Allah had placed in his hands. He had no sons of his own, so his master filled the unforgettable void. His conversion to Islam was Abdul's most earnest prayer.
When they were out of hearing and all the polite good-byes had been spoken a proceeding which is always a trying one to the impatient traveller Michael and Abdul talked together in low accents and in English. What had the Omdeh's news really meant? In Abdul's heart there was little doubt as to who had found it, if there was any truth in the rumour.
Would he trust to luck that the shell was not for him, and save the bacon, or would he crouch for safety under the protection wall? More often the bacon had the benefit of the decision for meal-time was Abdul's favourite hour for action, and, if Mac took heed of every warning, the section would never get through its meals.
These men had some money with them, and weapons hidden underneath their clothes; for, having betted largely on the quail-fight at Abdul's stables, the squadron was in funds. "In case of trouble one can bribe the police," counseled Nanak Singh, and he surely ought to know, for he was the oldest trooper, and trouble everlasting had preserved him from promotion.
He knew that the warning whistle gave him seventeen seconds before the arrival of the shell, and, if he waited for the sound of the discharge, he had about four seconds left. Still they didn't worry much until, after a few opening rounds, Abdul's practice got too good and there was no mistaking his malevolent attentions.
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