He Finds Himself in Deep Waters
into the figure of a man who clapped his arms about O'Rourke. This was Mahmud, but O'Rourke did not know it. He was being hindered—that was all. And he threw the Turco from him as though he had been a mere child.
The Turco glimpsed the outlines of his face in the darkness, and gasped with astonishment. Again he caught the Irishman by the arm.
"But, my general—!" he expostulated.
He was brushed aside like a feather. O'Rourke took a step forward, then instinctively understood that he was unarmed. He returned to Mahmud.
"Bring me a gun," he said dully.
"But, my general—"
"Bring me a gun!"
His tone was lifeless, yet charged with something terribly menacing, to the Turco's imagination. Mahmud gasped and trembled; this being whom he had thought man must be either god or devil; otherwise he could not have moved from his cot.
Mahmud called upon Allah. O'Rourke raised his hand slowly.
"Bring me a gun! "he reiterated, in the same dead monotone.
A soldier passed on the run, carrying his Mauser at the trail. Mahmud leaped after and wrested the weapon from him. The man was naturally angry; he disputed at the top of his voice.
Mahmud pointed simply at the waiting figure of O'Rourke, whose eyes were fixed upon them with a stony, threatening expression. The soldier almost collapsed.
"Allah!" he cried.
"Find another rifle," whispered the awed Mahmud, "and
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