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The Mongars, who were outnumbered by twenty to one, obeyed without hesitation. Their Chief seemed unconscious, even, of what had happened. He was on his knees, bending over the body of Feerda, half supported in Craig's arms. The officer turned to Quest. "Are you the party who left Port Said for the Mongar Camp?" he asked. Quest nodded. "They took us into the jungle just escaped.
"That's what you are going to do, any way," Quest declared, suddenly making his appearance. "Hands up!" He covered Craig with his revolver, but his arm was scarcely extended before Feerda sprang at him like a little wild-cat. He gripped her with his left arm and held her away with difficulty. "Craig," he continued, "you're coming with us. You know the way to Port Said and we want you you know why.
Feerda leaned forward, her beautiful eyes flashing in the dim light. "Ah! but I know," she cried, "they would bring harm to the master. I can read it in their hearts as I have heard it from their own lips." "What my daughter says is truth," the Chief declared. "Back, wise man, and tell your friends that you ride with us to-night, either as guests or captives. You may take your choice."
Feerda, who had been fiercely resisting Quest's efforts to hold her, yielded without a struggle as soon as Craig touched her. She looked at him, however, with bitter reproach. "You would tie me here?" she murmured. "You would leave me?" "It is Fate," Craig muttered. "I am worn out with trying to escape, Feerda. They will come soon and release you."
Untie that sash from your waist. Quickly!" Craig obeyed. He had the stupefied air of a man who has lost for the time his volition. "Tie it to the tree," Quest ordered. "Leave room enough." Craig did as he was told. Then he turned and held the loose ends up. Quest lowered his revolver for a moment as he pushed Feerda toward it.
This has been a wonderful day for as, chiefly owing to what I must place on record as an act of great bravery by Craig, my servant. Early this morning, a man-eating lion found his way into the encampment. The Mongars behaved like arrant cowards. They fled right and left, leaving the Chief's little daughter, Feerda, at the brute's mercy.
"We are going to take him along," Quest declared grimly. "He's had the devil's own luck so far, but it can't last forever. I'll see to that part of the business, if you others get ready and wait for me to give the signal.... What's that?" They all looked around. There had been a little rustling amongst the canopy of bushes. Quest peered through and returned, frowning. "Feerda again," he muttered.
"See that you lead us there. There will be trouble, mind, if you don't." Craig made no reply. He rode off in front of the little troop, covered all the time by Quest's revolver. Very soon they were out of the jungle and in the open desert. Quest looked behind him uneasily. "To judge by the row those fellows are making," he remarked, "I should think that they've found Feerda already."
They only remember that they are the descendants of an Imperial race, and what they take by the right of conquest they believe Allah sends them. You must do the bidding of the Chief." He turned away towards where the Chief and Feerda, already on horseback, were waiting for him. Quest leaned towards the Professor. "Why not tackle the Chief yourself?" he suggested. "Here he comes now.
No one would ever know." Craig patted her head. His tone was filled with the deepest despondency. "It is impossible, Feerda," he said. "You do not understand. I cannot tell you everything. Sometimes I almost think that the best thing I could do would be to return with them to the countries you know nothing of."
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