an instant. Bill had encountered no
such golden opportunity; but was still a prisoner in the tent of the
black sheik, surrounded by his shrewish tormentors.
It was the maherry, however, that was seen coming back, for as it came
near the three middies recognized the creature whose intrusion upon
their slumbers of the preceding night had been the means, perhaps, of
saving their lives.
Instead of a Jack Tar now surmounting its high hunch, they saw a little
wizen-faced individual with sharp angular features, and a skin of
yellowish hue puckered like parchment. He appeared to be at least sixty
years of age; while his costume, equipments, and above all, a certain
authoritative bearing, bespoke him to be one of the head men of the
horde.
Such in truth was he,--one of the two sheiks,--the old Arab to whom the
straying camel belonged; and who was now mounted on his own maherry.
His presence on the strand at this, to our adventurers, most inopportune
moment, requires explanation.
He had been on the beach before, along with the others; and had gone
away with the rest. But instead of continuing on to the encampment, he
had fallen behind in the ravine; where, under the cover of some rocks,
and favored by the obscure light within the gorge, he had succeeded in
giving his comrades the slip. There he had remained,--permitting the
rest to recross the ridge, and return to the tents.
He had not taken these steps without an object. Less superstitious than
his black brother sheik, he knew there must be some natural explanation
of the disappearance of the three castaways; and he had determined to
seek, and if possible, to discover it.
It was not mere curiosity that prompted him to this determination. He
had been all out of sorts, with himself, since losing Sailor Bill in the
game of _helga_; and he was desirous of obtaining some compensation for
his ill-luck, by capturing the three castaways who had so mysteriously
disappeared.
As to their having either drowned themselves, or walked away over the
waste of waters, the old sheik had seen too many Saaeran summers and
winters to give credence either to one tale or the other. He knew they
would turn up again; and though he was not quite certain of the where,
he more than half suspected it. He had kept his suspicions to
himself,--not imparting them even to his own special followers. By the
laws of the Saaera, a slave taken by any one of the tribe belongs not to
its chief, but to
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