Adventure stories; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Kidnapping -- Fiction; Love stories
"The Sidi knows them well. The caves of Hercules beyond Spartel, where
the millstone carvers ply their toil and where the Sidi and other
Nazrani ride forth to eat and drink upon occasion when they entertain
their friends."
Aylmer nodded. The caves of Hercules are the resort of many a picnic
party from Tangier.
"Leaving them there, he hastened back with news. The Sidi Van Arlen,
lord of this house, was by then recovered of the stunning which he, too,
had suffered, and weak though he was immediately led forth another
company to search the caves. And this they did unsuccessfully, Sidi,
learning from one of the millstone workers, who had doubted of the
integrity of these sons of dirt before they saw him, and who had
therefore hidden himself and watched them unseen, that after a rest of
three or four hours the men, taking with them the child, had passed down
to the shore, had there awaited and been taken off by a boat which
delivered them, so he conceived, to a lateen which he could descry in
the moonlight about three furlongs out. And in that ship they have gone
we know not whither."
Aylmer's fingers clenched and unclenched upon the coverlet. How
thoroughly, how absolutely, they had been bested! But the account was
rolling up. Ultimate defeat? His mind never even considered it. He
merely put another item in the mental ledger from which Landon's account
would one day be presented, and paid, in full.
"Let not the Sidi imagine that we have sat inactive while these sons of
unchaste mothers triumph. I myself snatched a hasty hour from your
bedside to enter the town and set certain ones agog for news. The Sidi
Van Arlen hath telegraphed to Spain; every Guardia Civile along the
coast has knowledge of how a reward of a thousand pesetas may be gained.
By favor of the captain of the French warship all other ships of the
French marine within three hundred miles have been warned to challenge
unvouched-for boats. How this is done I am unable to say, but so it is.
Watch upon the seas is therefore being kept. Now steam is being raised
upon the white yacht in the bay, that when news comes it may be followed
without delay. Lastly, a special mission has been sent by favor of the
Bashaw from town to town along the coast as far as Dar-el-Baida. Thus
have we set a wide net. Yet it has holes in it, Sidi, and holes are what
these jackals are ever quick to seek."
With a sudden movement, Aylmer sat up. A frown and a gesture of command
warded back Daoud's outstretched hand.
"Art thou my servant?" he cried, and the Moor spread out his palms in
alert assent.
"Of a surety, Sidi, but the dispenser of medicines--"
"What have I to do with medicines--I, a strong man with no more than a
bruised skull? Give me my clothes!"
"But, Sidi--"
"My clothes, or return instantly to the gutter from which my favor
yesterday lifted you!"
The Moor gave a fatalistic shrug.
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