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"What have you been doing?" Fred demanded, and be laughed at Gloria Vanderman with an air of triumph. "Making preparations," I said, "to take Miss Vanderman to Tarsus." I wish I could set down here a chart of the mixed emotions then expressed on that young lady's face. She did not look at Will, knowing perhaps that she already had him captive of her bow and spear.
Remember, I represent a government at peace with Turkey, and so does he. The Turk has a side to his character that governments ignore. Have you watched them at prayer?" We told him how close we had been on the previous night, and he laughed. "Did you suppose I couldn't smell camel and khan the moment you came in?" "That was why Sister Vanderman hurried you off so promptly!"
Stitched on the banner in colored cloth were the two wheat-sheaves and two ships of the Montdidiers, and a scroll stretched its length across the bottom, with the motto doubtless, although in the wind one could not read it. "The women. Good of 'em, what? Miss Vanderman drew it on paper. They cut it out, and sat up last night sewing it."
"Where is Miss Vanderman?" he demanded, suddenly. Before any one had time to answer Will made a swift move to the wall, and took his stand where nobody could get behind him. He did not produce his pistol, but there was that in his eye that suggested it. I followed suit, so that in the event of trouble we stood a fair chance of protecting Fred. "What do you mean?" asked three Armenians together.
Naturally, being what we were, with our friend Monty held in durance by a chief of outlaws, we were perfectly ready to kidnap Miss Vanderman and ride off with her in case she should be inclined to delay proceedings. It was also natural that we had not spoken of that contingency, nor even considered it. "We never dreamed of your refusing to come with us," said Will. "We still don't dream of it!"
We waited an hour, Will objecting whenever either of us proposed to return and speed Miss Vanderman. "Aw, what's the use? D'you suppose she doesn't know we're waiting?" At last Fred proposed that Will himself go and investigate. He went through the form of demurring, but yielded gracefully. "The spirit," Fred chuckled, "is weak, and the flesh is willing!"
A blast of sweet air through the opened trap ejected most of the smoky ten-times-breathed stuff out with the climbers; and as the room emptied and we wiped the grimy sweat from our faces I heard Will talking to Gloria Vanderman in a new tongue new, that is to say, to the old world. "Good goods! Stampeded 'em! They'll vote for you for any office your pick!
He is alive in Zeitoon alive alive! He is my brother! He and I love one purpose with a strong love that shall conquer! You speak to me of Lord what-is-it? Hah! To me forever he is Monty, my brother my " "Where's Miss Vanderman?" I interrupted. "Here!" she said quietly, and I turned my head to discover her sitting beside Will in the shadow cast by Kagig's lantern.
He carries his concertina slung to him by a strap with the care that some men lavish on a camera. He took it in both hands, and loosed the catch. "Have you an American lady named Miss Vanderman with you?" he repeated. "Effendi, we do not understand." He repeated in Armenian, and then in Turkish, but they shook their heads. "Very well," he said, "I'll soon find out.
We were proceeding at an easy walk in front of a squadron of ragged-looking irregulars whom I did not recognize, toward the center of the position Kagig had held. Kagig's men were no longer in hiding, but standing about in groups; and presently I caught sight of Fred and Will and Kagig standing together, but not Gloria Vanderman. A cough immediately behind us made me turn my head.
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