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his few men into the Hills—if, indeed, he could trace us. The Kashmir government would not bother its head. And we would return the woman"
He shrugged
"For a price," grinned Abbas. "Oh, undoubtedly we would."
"Rand would pay the price. He could. I tell you, I want the woman."
"For a time—yes. You tire of them quickly. As I have seen."
"Abbas, you are a thrice-born fool. Think you I would run such a risk? Nay, my plan is otherwise."
"I heed, Excellency!"
"If we carry off the woman—you and I—there must be no accusation of brigandage. Am I a bazaar thief, or a lawless hill chief? I tell you, I will marry the American woman. I will find means to make her submit. A missionary can be found in Kashgar. By God, Abbas, do you think I would have risked my neck to come back here, if I had not seen her and wanted her at Quebec?"
The Alaman listened intently. For the first time he seemed to approve. "This is wisdom—perhaps," he grunted. "Speak!"
Monsey's expressive eyes glowed. After his fashion he loved Edith, and her curt dismissal of his suit had angered him. "After the marriage we can talk terms with the father. If he will not pay well for his daughter's freedom, he will pay to have her restored to him. I will see to that." He laughed and stretched his arms, good-humored again. "Abbas, my dog, luck is setting my way again. I shall do it."
"Who knows what is before him?" The Alaman shrugged. "There is much danger and also much profit
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