Where's the Emir?
Hi!" he shouted, as the black-bearded Arab passed, with a tone like that in which he used to summon a dilatory donkey-boy.

The chief did not deign to answer him, but said something to one of the guards, who dashed the butt of his Remington into the Colonel's ribs.

The old soldier fell forward gasping, and was carried on half senseless, clutching at the pommel of his saddle.

The women began to cry, and the men, with muttered curses and clenched hands, writhed in that hell of impotent passion, where brutal injustice and ill-usage have to go without check or even remonstrance.

Belmont gripped at his hip-pocket for his little revolver, and then remembered that he had already given it to Miss Adams.