Dick Merriwell's Pranks; Or, Lively Times in the OrientStandish, Burt L.
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Dick Merriwell's Pranks; Or, Lively Times in the Orient
Standish, Burt L.
Adventure stories; Americans -- Middle East -- Juvenile fiction; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Mystery fiction
“Certainly, suh. That was the proper course to pursue, professah. There
were plenty of others who were ready to buy, in case you had a bargain
to offah, and—as I was anxious to sell—a new recruit in the army
obtained my harem fo’ a mere song. Of course, I regretted to part with
my beautiful wives, and especially with Fatima, my favorite; but I could
not take them with me, on account of the laws of the United States, and
so, suh, I kissed Fatima good-by and turned the whole lot ovah to my
successor.”
“Er—er—ahem! Colonel, does the custom of selling harems still continue
in this country, can you say?”
“Why, certainly, suh, to a certain extent, suh. Are yo’ thinking of
making a purchase, suh?”
“Well, I—er—ahem!—I don’t know, exactly. You see, I—I’m likely to
investigate. I wouldn’t mind looking a few harems over. If I found a
bargain—er—ahem!—I might—— Well, you understand, colonel.”
“The old reprobate!” exclaimed Dick, in a whisper. “So this is what he’s
up to! This is why he wants to take an excursion trip up the Nile! I
think I’ll have to find a way to teach him a lesson.”
“Yes, suh,” said the voice of the professor’s companion; “I think I
understand, suh. But it is possible, professah, that you do not
understand yo’self, suh. When yo’ were a boy, did yo’ evah trade
jackknives or anything of that sort, ‘unsight, unseen,’ suh?”
“Why, yes, I——”
“Well, suh, that’s the rule in purchasing a harem. It is the law of the
country, professah, that no one save the ownah of a harem shall evah see
the uncovered faces of its inmates. If yo’ make a purchase, yo’ have to
take a chance on it. Yo’ may see the ladies in advance, but yo’ll not be
permitted to see their faces.”
“He! he!” again laughed Gunn. “That will make the game all the more
fascinating. It adds an element of mystery and suspense. It piques me.
If you don’t mind, colonel, I’ll have another nip from the decanter. I
take it as a tonic, you know—merely as a tonic.”
“Certainly, suh; help yo’self, suh.”
“Do you think, colonel, that you might assist me in investigating a few
harems?”
“Why, yes, suh, it is quite likely I might. Having an extensive
acquaintance in Cairo, it will be easy fo’ me to help yo’. I’ll find out
what harems are on the market, suh. Drink hearty, professah.”
“Well, here is luck and hoping I’ll strike a good bargain.”
Dick did not linger longer. He returned to his room and was just in time
to find Brad coming in from Budthorne’s room.
“The old salamander!” cried the Texan, after listening to Dick’s story.
“The old Mormon! Why, he’s married! He has a wife in the United States.”
“Exactly.”
“What does he think he’s doing, anyhow?”
“He thinks he’s going to have a gay time in Cairo, evidently.”
“We’ll have to stop it, pard.”
“Oh, no!”
“What?”
“On the contrary, we’ll have to help it along.”
“Hey?” shouted Buckhart, aghast. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Just what I said.”
“But it’s a crime! It’s scandalous! I’m astonished at you!”
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