"As to the form of attack?"
Mr. Fenshawe was still amused by the idea of treating the Italians to a
_coup de main_.
"No. We have made a long journey, and it might at least be determined
whether or not it was justified. Will you allow me and Abdur Kad'r,
and, perhaps, one other Arab less widely known than the sheikh, to try
a small experiment. Let us endeavor to enter the Italian camp and find
out what is going on? I can pass easily as a member of a shooting party
who has lost his way. They will not slay me at sight on that account.
At any rate, I am quite prepared to risk it."
"The very thing!" exclaimed Mrs. Haxton, springing out of her chair.
"Abdullah is there, and you know him. You must not appear. Let Abdur
Kad'r send one of his men into the camp by night. He will bring
Abdullah to you at a preconcerted rendezvous, and Abdullah will tell
you what Alfieri is doing. Better still, let Abdullah come here. If he
knows I sent you he will accompany you without a moment's delay."
"The proper person to go and summon Abdullah is Baron von Kerber," put
in Irene tremulously.
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