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
Dick had been compelled to jerk the paper weight at the fellow with a
quick, snapping movement. Had he thrown the thing with all his strength
the rascal’s skull might have been fractured.
Unheeding the venom in Bunol’s glance, Dick lifted the fellow’s limp
body and carried him quickly across the room, thrusting him into the
small closet. He placed the helpless wretch in a sitting position on the
floor, with his knees curled up to his chin, and then closed the closet
door.
Some one was rapping on the door Brad was holding.
“Let them in,” directed Dick coolly.
Buckhart stepped away from the door.
Professor Gunn entered, followed by a huge black man, wearing immense
brass rings in his ears.
“This man wants to speak with you, Richard,” said the old pedagogue. “He
has a message for you.”
Dick was very much surprised.
“A message for me?” he said. “Who from?”
“You should know,” said the black man, in astonishingly good English.
“Look at me. We have met.”
“Why, it’s Assouan!” cried Merriwell.
“I am Assouan,” bowed the black man.
“But here—what are you doing here? How did you get here?”
“I came from my master, the great sheik.”
“But he is in flight. He——”
“He sent me.”
“Why?”
“I bring a message from him.”
“What is it?”
“He fears greatly that you will find yourself in great peril here in
Damascus, and that you may be slain.”
“His fears seem to be well-founded. Is that all the message?”
“He commanded me to return to the city, seek you and learn if you were
indeed in danger.”
“I certainly appreciate the sheik’s thoughtful concern. We are indeed in
danger, and by the time you can return, and so inform him, it will be
too late for him to render any assistance, should he be so inclined.”
“The noble sheik gave me instructions, in case I should find you in
peril. He bade me suggest that you should attempt to escape from the
city in disguise, at which you are exceeding clever.”
“A great idea!” Merriwell exclaimed. “It might be done.”
Then his face fell.
“But I am not the only one in danger, and I have no disguise save that
which I used last night. I might make myself up like an English or
American girl, but little good it would do, for the mob is aroused
against foreigners, and a girl could not pass unmolested through the
streets. Besides that, how could I get out of this hotel? The place is
guarded.”
“As to that,” said Assouan, “I can show the way to leave the hotel
unobserved, even as I entered it.”
“You did have to come in, that’s a fact. How did you pass the soldiers
on guard?”
“There is a way. I know it.”
“And you can show us how to leave this place without being stopped by
the soldiers?”
“I can.”
“That’s a plenty interesting!” muttered Buckhart.
Professor Gunn was greatly excited.
“Then show us—show us!” he fluttered. “We’ll be glad enough to get out.”
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