Terence O'Rourke, Gentleman Adventurer
"That is so," counseled Monsieur le Prince. "The advice of Monsieur le Colonel is good, your majesty."
"Very well," le petit Lemercier gave in, regretfully; "have him aboard, then, and see what he wants."
He swung upon his heel, and went into the saloon, apparently highly offended by this disputation of his wishes. But the Irishman was too elated by the victory to care aught for le petit Lemercier's humor. He turned to the sentry, and caught him by the shoulders.
"When ye've served under me another minute, me boy," he told the man, "ye'll know better than to fire without orders. What's that ye say?"
"Monsieur," declared the man, "I have served long with the camel corps in Algeria. Our orders were to shoot a Tawarek on sight."
"Well, then, there's some excuse for ye. But in the future be careful. Now, go and find me a man who speaks the language of these devils."
The soldier saluted, and went off hurriedly, glad to escape further reprimand. As he did so, the man Soly slipped forward, out of the obscurity of the night, and saluted.
"Monsieur," he said humbly, avoiding O'Rourke's eye, "I was passing and heard what you desired."
"Well?"
"I speak Tamahak—the language of the Tawareks, mon général."
"Very well. Hail that fellow and find out what he wants."
The former member of the sans souci went to the rail and cupped his hands about his mouth; the next moment a thin, wailing cry, nearly the counterpart of that which had been the signal for the shooting of Danny, trembled upon the stillness.
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