The Master of Aberfeldie, Volume 3 (of 3)Grant, James
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The Master of Aberfeldie, Volume 3 (of 3)
Grant, James
Fiction
Fully experienced in the haunts and habits of these animals, Abdallah
and others concealed themselves in a hollow dug out of the sand and
carefully covered over with brambles, and there they captured their
prey by means of a rude network attached to stakes--the former being
slightly concealed in the sand, and raised by means of a rope pulled
when a number of the herd has ventured within its precincts. Thus
twenty or thirty of these beautiful creatures, with their bright
hazel eyes, spiral horns, and slender limbs were taken at a time.
The gun was used only when other means failed, as ammunition is too
costly for ordinary occasions in obtaining the supplies of food.
Allan, while hovering about the huntsmen, effected a final
reconnaisance of the Santon's tomb, and resolved to make the attempt
that very night.
When sudden darkness fell as usual, instantly after sunset, and no
moon as yet had risen, while Zeid and his family were busy with their
final ablutions and prayers, Allan--his bold heart beating wildly the
while--crept softly out of the tent, under the uplifted canvas wall
thereof, and crawling flatly on his hands and knees, with the blade
of his drawn sword in his teeth, began to leave the hated encampment
behind him.
It was a time of keen and poignant excitement. Every moment he
expected to hear an outcry announcing that he was missed from his
place, or seen even amid the gloom and obscurity, by the keen eye of
some practised son of the desert.
Fortunately all were at their prayers or engaged in preparations for
departure on the morrow, and, as the distance increased between
himself and the dark camp, his spirit began to rise, and he thought
to himself, why had he not made this attempt before? But, sooth to
say, it would have been impossible, as he was less watched latterly
than he had been at first.
Even at the distance of half-a-mile he did not assume an erect
attitude, lest his figure might be seen between the sky and horizon,
but continued to creep steadily on, till at last he ventured to rise
from the ground, and strode swiftly towards the tomb of the Santon,
which was about two miles from the camp.
The stars were coming out now, and a sigh of relief escaped him as he
reached it--a sigh that ended in an exclamation of dismay as a tall
Bedouin, who seemed to spring from the ground, so sudden was his
appearance, stood face to face with him, and in a moment he
recognised Abdallah, the second in command under Zeid!
He perceived Allan's sword in his hand, and, knowing that he was
escaping, drew a pistol from his girdle--a pistol the explosion of
which would have proved most disastrous, but by one trenchant stroke
Allan hewed the Arab's left hand off by the wrist, and hand and
pistol fell on the sand together.
Muttering a terrible malediction, the Bedouin, wrapping the bleeding
stump in the folds of his burnous, furiously assailed Allan with his
formidable sabre, shouting, as he did so, something to this purpose:--
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