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
It was all as Allan anticipated. Day had scarcely dawned, and the
striking of the tents begun, ere he was conscious that his absence
was discovered, and more than a hundred swiftly-mounted horsemen,
with cries and shouts, darted from the camp in every direction around
it in search, and, if afoot, he must inevitably have been overtaken;
but, concealed where he was, he lay in safety, though his heart
throbbed so violently that he seemed to hear its pulsations, as he
heard the Bedouins, at full speed, pass and repass the Santon's tomb,
with guns and rifles unslung, intent on his recapture and destruction.
He clenched the hilt of his claymore. If traced to where he lay--if
discovered--he could but sell his life, and dearly did he resolve to
do so!
He heard their voices, their surmises, their suggestions, and their
threats; and lucky it was for him that the rain and subsequently the
heavy dew, of the past night had obliterated the traces of his
footsteps near the tomb and on the tendrils of the vine, also the
traces of the blood of Abdallah, the discovery of whose body was
greeted by yells of rage that pierced the air; but the rain and the
dew were ere long to have a baleful effect on Allan in the time to
come.
At last the riders seemed to give up the search as hopeless, and by
twos and threes came slowly back to camp, with horses weary and
bridles loose. After mid-day, the tents were finally struck, stowed
away, with all household utensils, on the backs of camels and horses,
and the whole tribe of Zeid-el-Ourdeh took its departure in a
north-easterly direction, towards the great desert, through which
lies the route taken by Bonaparte in 1799, and, before evening fell,
the last of them, like black specks, were alone visible, and ere long
they quite disappeared from view.
Now Allan, worn and weary, after a day without food or drink, slept
for a time, and the moon, clear, bright, and refulgent, was high in
the heavens when he prepared to descend from his lurking place.
He looked keenly, anxiously, and carefully round him, as it was
possible that some of the Bedouins might return to their late
camping-ground for some object of their own; and, moreover, others
were to be avoided quite as much as they.
No living thing was visible, and the most awful silence seemed to
reign around him.
Allan descended from his perch, stiff, benumbed, and well-nigh
powerless, to begin his lonely and perilous journey; but whither?
Ignorant of the country and of the way to pursue, he knew not that
the canal which leads from Belbeis to Grand Cairo lay on his left;
and after toiling on without adventure for a few days and nights,
subsisting on dates, wild-beans, and lotus-roots, with a little water
from an occasional spring, he found himself, weary, worn, and faint,
with pains in his head and loins, and shivering in his limbs--the
forerunners of a deadly illness--crossing what is the camel-route to
Suez, as he penetrated into another portion of the desert.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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