Realizing her own frightful peril at last, the girl willingly consented. “It will pe easy to disguise her,” declared Abraham. “Then,” said Dick, “lose no time in making her up. Disguise Budthorne, also, and let Assouan conduct them from the hotel while you are rigging the rest of us up. He should be able to conduct them to some place of safety and then return for us. Can you do so, Assouan?” The black man declared that he could. The old Jew opened his pack and spread out his supply of costumes. He swiftly prepared for work. In truth, it was an easy matter to disguise Nadia. Over her regular clothes he hastily fastened a loose dress, like that worn by a Turkish woman of middle class, placed a high fezlike cap on her head, and arranged a heavy veil over her face below the eyes, the brows and lashes of which he had touched up with pencils, giving them the peculiar cast seen in those of Moslem women. All this was done so swiftly and so completely changed Nadia that the watchers were astounded. Abraham lost no time. “Nexdt,” he called. Dick pushed Budthorne forward. Buckhart improved the opportunity to take charge of the girl. They stepped outside the room, while Abraham went to work on Dunbar without delay. Excited people were still moving about in the hotel. The sound of many voices came to the boy and girl. Some one was at the foot of the stairs. Brad urged Nadia into her own room, the door of which was standing ajar. She grasped his hand and drew him after her, whispering: “I am terribly frightened now, Brad. Don’t leave me alone.” “All right,” said the Texan. “Don’t you be frightened. We’re going to get you out of this scrape all right. My pard has a long head on his shoulders.” “Dick is a wonderful boy,” declared the girl. Again Buckhart felt a thrill of jealousy, but he resolutely thrust such a feeling from his heart. “He’s a corker!” he exclaimed enthusiastically. “See how quick he caught onto the plan of old Ras al Had and turned it to the benefit of us all.” They were in the room, but the door was still left ajar. “I know I’m a big blunderer beside Dick,” Buckhart went on. “Of course you’re not to blame for liking him best, Nadia. It’s only natural you should, and——” “But I don’t like him best,” she hastily cut in. “You can’t help it.” “You’re mistaken, Brad. I admire him for his courage, his resourcefulness, his loyalty and all that; but you are just as brave and just as loyal, and I—I like you—even better.” He caught her hand again and gave it a squeeze. “I don’t see how that can be,” he muttered huskily. “It’s true. You don’t think I would deceive you, do you?” “No, but——” “But what?” “I’m going to confess,” he said, almost defiantly. “I know I made a fool of myself after we joined you here in Damascus. I never felt that way before, and I hope I never shall again. It’s an awful mean feeling. I was jealous.” “Jealous, Brad?”