"Who travels in such a hurry?" asked Abdullah, looking after the
swaying vehicle.
"Perchance a _kafila_ starts for the interior to-night," said Mulai
Hamed. But the turmoil in the vicinity of the hotel now drew their
attention, and they ran with others, for public blood-letting is ever
an attractive pastime to those who form the audience.
Dick was then leaving the telegraph-office, whence he had despatched a
cablegram on his own account. Bare civility demanded that he should
acknowledge Mr. Forbes's various communications, so he sent the brief
message: "Writing, Royson," which, he thought, covered the ground
sufficiently. Before rejoining Mr. Fenshawe and Irene, he walked a
little way towards the harbor, and, as he half expected, met Stump
returning from the yacht.
He proceeded to astonish that stout mariner with the evening's budget,
but Stump had been thinking things out in his own fashion, and he set
forth a theory which apparently accounted for von Kerber's
discomfiture.
"You see, it's this way," said he.
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