He Acts by the Code
But Chambret suddenly seized him by the arm, pulling him away from the door of the tent. At the same time he stooped over and extinguished the lamp with a swift twist of the wick.
"Not so fast!" he cried. "Do you seek death, mon ami?"
"What the divvle—?" demanded O'Rourke.
"That was no Tawarek shot, monsieur. It was a Mauser."
Enlightenment began to dawn in the Irishman's eyes.
"D'ye mean—?"
"Monsieur le Prince? Certainly—who else? Observe, monsieur!"
He indicated two dark holes in the white wall of the tent, seemingly on a direct line with the position of O'Rourke's head as he had been standing when the shot was fired.
"Assassination!" gasped the Irishman.
"Ah, Monsieur le Prince bears a grudge, be sure!" Chambret laughed shortly. "Had you stepped forth then the assassin would have shot again. You can thank me for saving your life. No matter—I shall claim it some day," he added.
"Faith!" said O'Rourke absently. "I'll try to give ye a run for your money, mon ami." He paused, thinking, for a moment. "Come," he said sharply; and hurriedly he left the tent.
Without there was confusion and a running to arms. O'Rourke desired to humor this for the present, having no mind to disclose his suspicions as to the man who had fired the shot. Giving orders to warn the pickets to redoubled vigilance he made a round of them in person, accompanied by Chambret; and finally returned to the guard tent.
A Spahi was there—a tall, gangling, bronzed fellow, who
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