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Updated: June 16, 2025
She stared back at his smiling face. And all she thought was, "Shall I defy him now, or try to hold him off a little longer?" She had ceased to feel afraid; her blood was on fire; it was battle now between them; perhaps a battle of the wits a little longer, then "In America men do not make love by force," she flung at him. "You are mad, Captain Kerissen! You will be sorry if you go on like this.
Down the street, on a black horse that arched his curving neck and danced on light, fleet feet, rode a man in a uniform of green and gold. He sat erect, his clear-cut profile toward her. The next instant his horse, side-stepping at a blowing paper, turned his face into view. It was Captain Kerissen.
"Oh, here!" she cried and flung herself toward him. "Not unless you want another?" said Billy B. Hill to the Captain, turning his gun suggestively. One tense instant the three faced each other in that flaming room, then with a sound of impotent fury, Kerissen turned and darted out the door. But as Billy turned to follow, his hand on Arlee's, there was a sound of sliding bolts. "Burn, burn, then!
He turned swiftly and crossed to the door. With a hand outstretched toward it he caught suddenly, beneath all the distant din, the click of a sliding lock, and he whirled about, dropping his right hand into his pocket, to see a pale face staring at him from the other side of the bed. "Not a move or you drop!" said Captain Kerissen.
Darkly, through a fog, he heard the outer man replying to some speech from the girl beside him. He understood, he told himself in a burst of despairing anguish, how Kerissen could have plotted for her. Almost he longed to be a scrupleless Oriental and carry her off across his saddle bow.... And then he brought himself up short.
What worries me," he burst out, with ungovernable uneasiness, yet with a hint of humor at his own extravagant imaginings, "is her talking to that Turk fellow yesterday that Captain Kerissen, I think she called him.
"When you have said insult you have said a little too much," she returned in a small, cold voice of war. "Is there anything against Captain Kerissen personally?" "Who knows anything about any of those fellows? They are all alike with half a dozen wives locked up behind their barred windows." "He isn't married." "How do you know?" "I inferred it."
Please do this for me, Captain Kerissen please! I know that in a great palace like this there must be many, many ways where one could slip into the streets " "In all this palace there are but three doors the door in the vestibule by which you entered, the great door to its right, under the arch into the court, and the little door from the garden to the canal."
Then I went back to the veranda, and in a few moments she came out, in white with a rose on her hat, and went off in a car that was ready. Of course Kerissen wasn't in the car, and I haven't any proof of his connection with the thing, but he might easily have induced her to look at some mosque or other off the 'beaten track' "
Whatever work Burroughs made of this translation it sent the sullen, inscrutable-looking fellow off in silence, his followers leading the recovered camels. "And may that be the last of them," said Billy B. Hill, in fervent thanksgiving. "Except Kerissen. I've got to meet him again just once." Perhaps it was the hairpins.
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