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"Signed on behalf of the National Secular Society C. BRADLAUGH, President. R. FORDER, Secretary." Greatly also did I value the greeting I received, with my two fellow prisoners, from the working men of East London.
The two old friends had first talked over varied subjects of immediate concern, but when supper was nearly finished, they fell back upon the lost Knowles gold, as has been already said. "They got a dreadful blow, poor gals," wheezed Mrs. Forder, with compassion. "'T was harder for them than for most folks; they'd had a long stent with the ol' gentleman; very arbitrary, very arbitrary."
Next morning early, Forder had his horses loaded and started off with his face to the dawn. The track now led toward the great Castle of Sulkhund, which he saw looming up on the horizon twenty-five miles away, against the dull sky. But mist came down; wind, rain, and hail buffeted him; the horses, to escape the hail in their faces, turned aside, and the trail was lost. Mist hid everything.
It is too delightful, if papa was but here!" "Isn't it? You should have seen how Anderson grinned he is only fourth down below Forder, and Cheviot, and Ashe." "Well, I did not think Norman would have been before Forder and Cheviot. That is grand." "It was the verses that did it," said Harry; "they had an hour to do Themistocles on the hearth of Admetus, and there he beat them all to shivers.
They were guarding the first section made up of four hundred camels. There were four sections, each guarded by fifty warriors. As they passed, the man with Forder shouted out the names of friends of his who he thought would be in the caravan. Sixteen hundred camels passed in the moonlight, but still no answer came. Then the last section began to pass. The cry went up again of the names of the men.
Even in his bewilderment he realised that if he told the truth he would not be believed. Mrs. John Forder had no premonition of evil.
At last Khy-Khevan, the Chief of Ithera, who had brought Forder to the Jowf, said that he must go back, and Forder, who had now learned what he wished about the Jowf, and had put the books of the Gospel into the hands of the men, decided to return to his wife and boys in Jerusalem to prepare to bring them over to live with him in that land of the Arabs.
At last Forder saw the great mass of the old castle, "no one knows how old," that guards the Jowf that great isolated city with its thousands of lovely green date palms in the heart of the tremendous ocean of desert.
They were in the Downs kitchen, and quite by themselves. Peter Downs himself had been drawn as a juror, and had been for two days at the county town. Mrs. Downs was giving herself to social interests in his absence, and Mrs. Forder, an asthmatic but very companionable person, had arrived by two o'clock that afternoon with her knitting work, sure of being welcome.
Forder now was alone in Kaf. "Never," he says, "shall I forget the feeling of loneliness that came over me as I made my way back to my room. The thought that I was the only Christian in the whole district was one that I cannot well describe." As Forder passed a group of Arabs he heard them muttering to one another, "Nisraney one of the cursed ones the enemy of Allah!"
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