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The German shrugged his shoulders, implying that to argue with such a savage was waste of breath. "What do you know of Miss Vanderman's where-abouts?" demanded Will, and Maga Jhaere, at the sound of another woman's name, sat bolt upright between two other women whose bright eyes peeped out from under blankets. "I had word of her an hour before you came, effendi," Kagig answered.

For the moment the girl on the gray stallion had ridden away from Will and was giving regal orders to the mob of women and shrill children, who obeyed her as if well used to it. Gregor Jhaere and his men stood staring at us, Gregor shaking his head as if our letting the Turks go free had been a bad stroke of policy. "Aren't you afraid to travel with all that mob of women and cattle?" asked Monty.

That closed the arguments, because Maga Jhaere slipped past Kagig and approached us with the obvious intention of listening. She had discovered a knowledge of English scarcely perfect but astonishingly comprehensive, which she had chosen to keep to herself when we first met a regular gipsy trick.

So Fred helped me on the horse and I rode back to the castle, where I explained the details of the fighting below to the defenders, and then rode on down to Zeitoon by the other road. It was wearing along into the afternoon, and I had no idea which way to take to look for Gloria; but I did have a notion that Maga Jhaere might be looking out for me.

As for robbery, if I have robbed him of a little self-conceit, I will answer to God for that when my hour shall come! How is it your affair to drag that whimpering fool through Asia at your tail you a German and he English?" The German had a hot answer ready for that, but the Turks had discovered Maga Jhaere in hiding in the shadows between two old women.

In another second he released the Turkish lieutenant and shouted in his ear to escape and say that Armenians burned this kahveh! Gregor Jhaere slew the Turk, however. And Maga followed the German into the open, where she denounced him to some of the Zeitoonli who recently arrived. They took him and threw him back into the fire where he remained. I begin to like these Zeitoonli.

We looked, and held our breath. Maga Jhaere stood there, with a hand on the masonry on each side! "You fool, Kagig, what you fill this castle full of wood for?" she demanded. Kagig beckoned to her. "To burn little traitoresses!" he answered tenderly. "Come here!"

The girl, Maga Jhaere they call her, saw him do it. She watched like a cat, the fool, hoping to amuse herself, while he burned off his ropes with a brand that fell his way out of the fire. When another brand jumped half across the room he set the place alight with it, tossing it over the party wall. He was an able rascal, sahib." "Was?" demanded Monty. "Aye, sahib, was!

"Are you Maga Jhaere?" asked Gloria, first of us all to recover some measure of self-command. Maga nodded. She was barefooted, clothed only in bodice and leather jacket and a rather short ochre-colored skirt that blew in the gaining wind and showed the outline of her lithe young figure. Her long black hair billowed and galloped in the wind behind her.

After a little while Maga whispered in Will's ear, and he went below with her. All the gipsies promptly followed. Otherwise in the darkness we might not have noticed where Will went. "That proves she is no gipsy!" vowed Rustum Khan, standing between Fred and me. "They, would have trusted one of their own kind." "They call her Maga Jhaere," said I. "The attaman's name is Jhaere.