and was just one of them. Slept down in their bunk-house too. Ran away from school as often as he was sent--and there Dad would find him, hidden by the cow-boys, when he thought the boy was 'way East.
"Dad was all for education, having had none himself. Noel was all for avoiding it, having had some himself. . . .
"One merry morn he got so fresh with Dad, that when he rode off, Dad pulled himself together and lassoed him--just roped him like a steer--pulled him off his pony and laid into him with his quirt!
"Noel jumped up and pulled his gun. Then he threw it on the ground and just said, 'Good-bye, Dad. I'm through' and that was the last we saw of brother Noel. . . . How I did cry! I worshipped Noel, although he was so much older than I. So did Dad--although Otis never gave him a minute's trouble, and took to education like a duck. . . . He's a Harvard graduate and Noel's a 'rough-neck,' if he's alive. . . ."
"And you never saw Noel again?" I said. I wanted to keep her talking, to listen to that beautiful voice and watch that lovely face.
"Never. Nor heard from him. We heard of him though once--that after hoboing all over the States he was an enlisted man in a cavalry regiment, and then that a broncho-buster, whom our overseer knew, had seen him on a cattle-ship bound for Liverpool."
"And now you roam the wide world o'er, searching for the beloved playmate of your youth?" I remarked, perhaps fatuously.
"Rubbish!" was the reply. "I've almost forgotten what he looked like, and might not know him if I met him. . . . I'd just love to see him again though--dear old Noel. He never had an enemy but himself and never did a mean thing. . . . And now tell me all about you, Major Ivan, you stern, harsh, terrible man!" . . .
I talked about myself, as a man will do--to the right woman. And by-and-by I took her hand and she did not withdraw it--rather clasped it as I said:
"Do you know, the devil tried to tempt me last night to give the order to saddle up and ride north, and put you in a place of safety. . . ."
"Did you fall, Major?" she asked quietly--and yes, she did return my pressure of her strong little hand.
"I did not even listen to the tempter," I replied promptly. "But I'm feeling horribly worried and frightened and anxious about you. . . ."
"Business down yonder urgent, Major?" she asked.
"Very."
"And your chief's trusting you to put it through quick, neat and clean?"
"Yes."
"Then defy the devil and all his works, Major," she said, "and don't let my welfare interfere with yours. . . ."
"I shan't, Miss Vanbrugh," I replied. "But if we could only meet a caravan . . ."
"Nonsense! You don't play Joseph's Brethren with me, Major."
"How can I take you into the power of a man who, for all I know, may be a devil incarnate. . . . I should do better to shoot you myself. . . ."
"I was going to say, 'Make a camp near the oasis and ride in alone,' but I shan't let you do that, Major."
"It is what I had thought of--but a man like this Emir would know all about us and our movements, long before we were near his territory. . . . And what happens to you, if I am made a prisoner or killed? Dufour would not go without me--nor would Achmet and Djikki for that matter."
"You are going to carry on, just as if I were not here, my friend," she said, "and I'm coming right there with you--to share and share alike. I can always shoot myself when I'm bored with things. . . . So can Maudie. She's got a little gun all right . . . I wouldn't be a drag on you, Major, for anything in the world . . . Duty before pleasure--of course. . . ."
And as she said those words, and rubbed her shoulder nestlingly against mine, I took her other hand . . . I drew her towards me . . . I nearly kissed her smiling lips . . . when she snatched her hand away, and, springing up, pointed in excitement towards the oasis.
"What is it?" I cried in some alarm, for my nerves were frayed with sleeplessness.
"I thought I saw a kind of winged elephant cavorting above the trees. You know--like a flying shrimp or whistling water-rat of the upper air, Major Ivan. . . ."
And as I raged, she laughed and sang that cursed air again, with words this time--and the words were:
"There are heroes in plenty, and well known to fame
In the ranks that are led by the Czar;
But among the most reckless of name or of fame
Was Ivan Petruski Skivah. He could imitate Irving, play euchre, or pool, And perform on the Spanish guitar:-- In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite team Was Ivan Petruski Skivah."
Damn the girl, she had been laughing at me the whole time!
I gave the order to saddle up and did a double march, on towards the south of the rising sun--when it did rise--to punish her for her impertinence and to remind her that she was only with me on sufferance. . . . She should see who was the one to laugh last in my caravan. . . .
And, mon Dieu! What a fool de Lannec was!
Chapter IX.
The Touareg--And "Dear Ivan"
One or two days later, as we jogged along in the "cool" of the evening, Dufour, the trusty rear-guard of my little caravan, rode up to me.
"We're followed, sir," said he. "Touareg, I think. I have sent Djikki back to scout."
"If they're Touareg they'll surround our next camp and rush us suddenly," I said. "Our night-travelling has upset them, as there has been no chance for the surprise-at-dawn that they're so fond of."
"They'll follow us all night and attack when they think we are busy making camp to-morrow morning," said Dufour.
"We'll try to shake them off by zigzagging and circling," I replied. "If it weren't for the women, it would be amusing to ride right round behind them and attack. . . . They may be only a small gang and not a harka."
Mary Vanbrugh closed up. I had been riding ahead in haughty displeasure, until Dufour came to me.
I had done with Mary Vanbrugh. "What is it, Major?" she asked.
"Nothing, Miss Vanbrugh," I replied.
"What men-folk usually wag their heads and their tongues about," she agreed.
Maudie's bassourab-adorned camel overtook us as we dropped into a walk and then halted.
"What is it, Mr. Dufour?" I heard her ask.
"Sheikhs!" replied Dufour maliciously, and I wondered if his face had also been slapped.
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