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Perhaps the bright platter of beaten copper the black man bore, and the earthen bottle upon it, flanked by two cups, one of silver, the other of crystal, had something to do with the Emir's change of manner and mind. "What wouldst thou?" he asked, slightly bending towards them.
He had gained something, and he said to himself if he could get to the Emir's place some day alone and under some pretence about the horses, he might manage to have a word or two with the prisoner. But what was the excuse to be? Could he contrive to get there alone some day when the young Emir was away with his followers?
How it came about Frank hardly knew, but somehow, mounted as he was, he found himself with his brother close to where the Emir's officer, with a dozen of his men, had hacked their way from among a crowd of dervishes, just as the British cavalry had wheeled and come back, cutting up the assailants of the Emir's guards, and the next minute had nearly been Frank's last, for an English lancer rode in the melee at the Emir's officer, who must have fallen had not a quick blow from Frank's sword turned the lance aside.
He pulled out his silver watch the gift of the wife of the missionary, the excellent mother of George, which she had caused to be sent expressly from the land of the English and gazed long and pensively at the face of it. Though he had risen later than his custom, deceived by the darkness of the rain prolonging night, it wanted still an hour of the Emîr's waking.
Before the manipulator of the wondrous adaptation was ready he said a word or two to the Sheikh, who hurried out and returned with a couple of his young men, and then in solemn silence and with great care the apparatus was carried as if in procession to the great tent-like sick-chamber, where at the first glance Frank's eyes rested upon the three Mullahs, who had returned during his absence, and once more stood together silent and scornful, gazing down at the Emir's friend, the pulsations of whose arteries the Hakim was still feeling, while the Emir and his son stood hard by watching and waiting for the end.
"No doubt of it," cried Alcide. "Their eyes, I imagine, bring more money to these spies than their legs." In putting them down as agents in the Emir's service, Alcide Jolivet was, by all accounts, not mistaken. In the first rank of the Tsiganes, Sangarre appeared, superb in her strange and picturesque costume, which set off still further her remarkable beauty.
I say, let's stop till he comes back. We can't go and leave him behind." Frank sighed. "We are under the Emir's guard," he said, "and when the order to start is given we shall have to obey." "And about now, sir. It's of no use to pretend to lie down and sleep," said Sam; "I couldn't get a wink." "No, nor anyone else," replied Frank; "there is nothing to be done but watch and wait."
I had, in fact, carried off a bottle both of quinine and zinc powder for my own use, and with the latter I greatly benefited several of the Emir's children and grandchildren, all of whom were suffering from ophthalmia; or from sore eyes, that would speedily have developed that disease, if they had not been attended to. "I had only performed one operation, which was essentially a minor one.
"We are prisoners, and resistance to the Emir's guard would be madness." "So I have told them, but they don't want to go in search of him." "What, then?" said Frank impatiently. "You mean something else?" "Yes," said the professor sadly; "we are to shift our quarters.
Brown-skinned Afghans, too, might have been seen. Arabs, having the primitive type of the beautiful Semitic races; and Turcomans, with eyes which looked as if they had lost the pupil, all enrolled under the Emir's flag, the flag of incendiaries and devastators.
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