"Come with me, then," continued Abdullah, in the same guarded tone. "I
think I may be able to find out where Madame has been taken."
"You can demand your own reward if you speak truly," said Dick. "Let me
bring you to Mr. Fenshawe. He will tell you--"
"I seek the aid of none but you," whispered Abdullah, "I come to you
only because you are a European, and I must have some one to justify me
lest trouble should arise. I am unknown here, and my words would fall
on deaf ears. You look like a man who can handle affairs. Come
monsieur, we are losing time."
"But I must tell my friends."
"No, that is not to be thought of, monsieur. If I am right, you and I
alone must deal with this affair. These others are excited. They will
shout their news to the whole bazaar. And, if we fail, we shall return
in half an hour. Not a word to any one, but follow me."
Abdullah had the air of a man who knew his own mind. He strode away at
once without looking to right or left, and Royson yielded to the
impulse which bade him not hesitate but accept the proffered assistance
in the search for Irene. Action of any sort was preferable to a
maddening wait for tardy officialdom, so he hastened after the Arab.
The latter turned into the first side street. The absence of lamps, and
a thin stratum of smoke clinging to the surface of the ground, made the
gloom almost impenetrable, but Abdullah kept on with unhesitating
steps, and Royson walked behind him rather than risk the chance of
colliding with the strange shapes of men and animals which often loomed
up abruptly out of the void.
In a few minutes the smoke-cloud cleared, and he found that they had
reached the outskirts of the native quarter. The houses were no longer
huddled together; small hovels took the place of cramped and lofty
tenements. Soon he could see dark masses of hills silhouetted against
the sky, where its dense blue merged into the amber and green of the
last flicker of daylight. Not far distant, a sheet of water, still as a
mirror, reflected sky and hills in even more pronounced chiaroscuro,
and he had just distinguished the straight black ridge of the landward
causeway when Abdullah dived into a wattle-built hut.
The Arab had not uttered a syllable during their rapid walk, and Royson
determined not to question him, since his offer of help was made
voluntarily, and he seemed to prefer silence to speech. The Englishman
was undecided whether or not to enter the hut, which was apparently
untenanted, but the eager whinny of a horse quickly explained
Abdullah's disappearance. There was some stamping of unshod hoofs on
the hard earth, some straining of girths and clink of steel, and the
Arab led forth a slenderly built animal which, at first sight, seemed
to be far too light for a rider of Dick's proportions.
The horse's owner, however, showed no misgivings on this point. He
handed the bridle to Dick.
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