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The curious smile still lingered on the Moor's lips as he said, almost in a jesting tone "But you will not try to escape to-day if I let you go into the town for colours?" "I make no promise, Ben-Ahmed. Yet this I may safely say, that I will not try to clear off on my own account.
There was a time," continued the middy, in a softened tone, "when I thought of recalling this promise with defiance to you to do your worst; but, Ben-Ahmed, I have lived to learn that, after a fashion, you have been kind to me; that I might have fallen into worse hands; therefore I am not ungrateful, and I now recall the promise only with regret. All the same, my resolve is fixed."
At its entrance lay a boat, and beside it, engaged in putting it to rights, were Brown and his three companions the two British tars and the Maltese seaman. "Is all right?" asked Brown, in a low voice, as they approached. "All right," answered Peter. "Now, Geo'ge, you go in." The middy entered the cave, and with, if possible, increased surprise, he found Ben-Ahmed standing there!
Of course his black friend comforted him with the assurance that Osman had not returned, and that Ben-Ahmed was not the man to sell a slave he was fond of; but such assurances did not afford him much comfort. His mind was also burdened with anxiety about his mother and sister.
After Ben-Ahmed had departed on his mission to the Dey of Algiers, George Foster and Peter the Great re-entered the house, and in the seclusion of the bower continued to discuss the hopes, fears, and possibilities connected with the situation.
His slaves followed, and Foster, to his surprise, found what may be styled a miniature garden in the courtyard within. George Foster soon found that his master and owner, Ben-Ahmed, was a stern and exacting, but by no means an ill-natured or cruel, man. He appeared to be considerably over sixty years of age, but showed no signs of abated vigour.
The Moor spoke very sternly, but his slave, instead of becoming more confused, suddenly drew himself up, and replied in a voice and with a look as stern as his own "Ben-Ahmed, I told you the truth at first. I do not know where she is hiding. I did, indeed, know some time ago, but the place of her abode has been changed, and I do not know now.
She's a wonderful woman, Dinah, for workin' up de human mind w'en it's like goin' to sleep. Poo' Samson hab diskivered dat many times. I'll go at once." "Do, Peter, my fine fellow, and you'll lay me for ever under the deepest ob " He was interrupted by a slave who at the moment approached the bower and said that a man wanted to see Peter the Great. "To see Ben-Ahmed, you mean," said Peter.
It obviously forms part of the seraglio." Strange old fellow, Ben-Ahmed, to allow men like me to invade such a place. The thought of the ladies of the harem somehow suggested his mother and sister, and when poor George got upon this pair of rails he was apt to be run away with, and to forget time and place.
So he let you go off, d'ye see, gib you your orders so far, an' labes de rest to your good sense zough dere wasn't too much ob dat to leab it to, or you wouldn't hab bring away Eddard La La t'ing-um-bob." "But do you really mean to tell me, Peter, that Ben-Ahmed intended me and Hugh Sommers to escape?" "Das really what I means to tell you, Geo'ge."
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