Dick went ahead, and Andry followed close behind him. Suddenly the door closed on them-sliding in grooves, not swung and they heard some kind of bolt go home with a well-oiled click. They were shut in, tight, in blackness of which they could sense the narrow limits. There was neither light nor ventilation.

Then both men heard something, and stood listening in silence. There were voices-the low, steady hum of a hundred voices-in a room beyond. Dick felt his way along the baked-brick wall. He felt up and down for a latch or lock, or keyhole, and found none. So he strode across the little room from wall to wall to measure it. There were ten clear feet of floor space.

"Lie down, Andry-on your backfeet against that wall-head toward this other door-that's it."

Andry obeyed, unquestioningly. Then Dick laid his own strength down in line with Andry's, with his feet on Andry's shoulders.

"Understand me-when I give the word, I want you to shove like hell!" "Ready, sir!" said Andry, gathering Dick's legs in his mighty arms and filling his lungs.

"Shove ahead!"

Dick felt the heft of Andry's shoulders through his boots-heard the huge leg muscles crack, as the six feet five grew straight. His own hands-neckshoulders-flattened and grew numb against the door-his own leg muscles nearly burst-and something began to give. Both men gasped and strained again the still hot blackness shook and filled with yellow streaks-they grunted-there was a din beyond of scattering chairs and suddenly rutched. feet and the door went down in a blaze of light with a crash and the snapping of split woodwork.

In an instant they were on their feet -purple-faced with effort-hair disheveled-tremendous in the door frame. For an instant more they stared about them, blinking in the glare of light and trying to get focus. Then Andry leaped forward.

"I see the sword!" he yelled.

But Dick's outstretched arm pre

he found himself Dick, too, had seen His eyes were fixed

vented him, and jerked back again. what Andry had. on a table-end at which sat Filmi Fared. The crowd of at least a hundred men had opened down the middle, and there was a clear gangway down the center of the room. The sword-out of its canvas case-lay in front of Filmi Fared, and he blinked from it to Dick, and from Dick to the sword again.

"Give me that sword!" commanded Dick.

No one moved. Then Dick strode forward, suddenly, Andry closing up behind him, covering his master's back with his own huge bulk. In a second Dick had the sword and was examining it to make sure that the beryl was still safely in the hilt. It was there! In his glee he swung it, and brought it to a whistling, humming shiver in the air above him.

"Zindabad Anthony Shah!" yelled somebody. And that was Persian. Dick understood it-knew what it meant. In twenty tongues the crowd yelled out the answer, "Long live King Anthony!"

Unthinking-but possibly with the vague idea that he was proving ownership-Dick swung the sword aloft again. The crowd yelled a salvo of applause and a flashlight streamed out. There was no camera visible-only a suspicious looking box affair in one far corner of the room

Filmi

"These gentlemen," said Fared, standing up, "are the sworn representatives of sixty-eight thousand armed men who are at present in secret rebellion against British rule. The movement is world-wide-it is named Pan-Islam-but our present plans are confined to Egypt. We have waited only for a leader. You have been chosen as that leader. You are required to take an oath of allegiance to our cause-on the Koran-on the Bible --and on your sword. You are required to swear that when you have been raised to the throne of Egypt you will reign constitutionally. And you are required to commit yourself in

writing before these witnesses. You should sign here."

Dick threw back his tawny head and laughed aloud.

"You sign, or you die," smiled Filmi Fared.

Filmi Fared was about to speak again, but he was interrupted by a signal on another door, at the end of the room opposite to that through which Dick and Andry had burst in.

The signal was answered, and another one replied again. Then the door opened, and closed again behind a woman, veiled to her heels in black. Her slippers happened to be pink and Dick wondered where-and when-he had seen just such slippers.

With a walk that was inimitableand vaguely familiar-she walked down a gangway opened through the crowd, straight up to Dick. She tapped him with a fan.

"You are the uncrowned king of Egypt!" she asserted in French aloud-for all the room to hear. Then she said it again in Italian, and in English, and in Arabic.

"Decidedly uncrowned!" smiled Richard, not knowing what to say..

"You must remain a prisoner until a story a legend we have startedreaches its required destination. It went out tonight-like ripples of a pond, when a stone is thrown into it. It will travel fast. In the meanwhile, you had better sign. You are offered more than you perhaps realize."

Dick smiled, but did not answer. She turned to the crowd and swept it with a majestic look.

"Leave me alone to speak to him!" she ordered.

The crowd drew back to the farthest wall. But that did not satisfy her; she waived them away.

night in ever-widening rings. In a week all Egypt will believe it. In a month-less, in two weeks-you will have all Egypt at your feet-you will be dealing with the great powers-acknowledged king of Egypt! Can you not see that these fools-these weaklings, none of whom dares lead-will then be your fools-your tools-you will be king and they your instruments? Is Richard Anthony afraid? You were not afraid to speak your mind to a high commissioner! Lead, man! Lead on! You are known for a rebel! Lead these other rebels!"

"I'm quite sober," said Dick, "and I'm not a drug fiend. You've chosen the wrong man.'

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"You're a proud man, aren't you?" she purred. "You are thinking of your honor, n'est ce pas? Well-it is gone, my friend, and you must win it back again! Yes-gone! You have been flashlight photographed with your sword aloft in the center of these rebels! Whether you consent to lead or no, that photograph hangs over you! That photograph alone would hang you -high as Haman-unless you lead, and win, win, win!"

"I wouldn't lead such an outfit as yours," he answered her, "if the king of England offered me the job!"

"Imbecile! Do you suppose that these men will risk letting you out of here alive unless you sign that paper there?"

"Who are you that ask?"

"Ah! My identity must always be a secret-"

"So?" said Dick-and he shot one arm out a long, left arm that gathered her, and drew her to him, screaming. Then the beryl-hilted sword performed a task for which it had never been intended. It split the long black shroud that draped her to the heels. He pushed her away again, retaining her mask in his left hand, and she stood gasping in pink and cream and diamonds-the Princess Olga Karageorgovich indignant flushedmore lissome and more beautiful than he had ever thought a woman could be -Satanita at her savagest.

"Help! Help! Help! Kill him! Let him die, now! Slay quickly! He is a traitor-would betray us! Kill!" There was a rush and Andry seized a chair. A hundred--more than a hundred-surged through the doors from either side. A knife, launched by a big Italian in the middle of the door that Dick had burst, whizzed at him-was seen as it flashed under the light and stopped-caught in the sword hilt.

"Take it, Andry!"

Dick's eyes were on the big Italian, but he waited long enough for Andry to reach out and wrench the knife from between the steel of the basket hilt. Then he moved—and the Italian faded -leaving a gap in the doorway where he had been. And the football field at school had taught Dick what to do with an opening.

It was a fight that Sudanese might envy while it lasted-all rush and slash and thrust and roar and movement-a terrific impact-the hot, delirious feel of blood, backsquirted as the sword went in the crash of a broken chair on human skulls as Andry widened the breach that Richard carved-a charge into blackness, where the cold steel was all that glimmered-and a burst with a wild hurrah into God's good midnight air, where a carriage waited at the corner and a driver slept.

Dick leaped for the box and Andry sprang inside.

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slept. Dick jumped first. He landed absolutely in the middle of the boat, and fell headlong over one of the natives, frightening him almost out of his skin. Andry followed with a groan and a monumental effort. He hit the water, like a whale descending, four short feet. Dick hauled him in.

"Know the Themistokles?" he asked. "The other harbor, eh? Well, take us there-give way-hurry up!"

The still sleepy native crew gave way. They were too accustomed to the manners and peculiarities of drunken first-class passengers from ships to be suspicious, and too interested in the money they would earn to hesitate. A half hour's row-for they had to search for the little ship-brought them alongside, and a sleepy watchman welcomed them.

"How much d'you want?" asked Dick.

"Ten shillings," said the owner of the boat.

"I'll give you a pound," said Dick, "if you'll lie alongside here till the steamer leaves."

"Very good, sir," said the boatman, with a grin.

"A pound," said Andry, with a wry face, "is an awfu' lot of money, sir!"

"It's cheap," said Dick. "It would cost us more than that, Andry, if they went back to the city and told tales."

"Madame asked the driver, waking up. But Dick's fist took him neatly underneath the jaw, and he toppled into the street gurgling.

By guesswork, and by sheer dead reckoning, Dick drove at the most prodigious flog for the short-for the darkest part of the harbor front.

Dick and Andry sprang from the carriage, and a lash of the whip sent the horses galloping free in the direction of the city, with the empty carriage swaying in their wake.

"Look!" said Dick. "Jump for it!" There was a boat, with three rowers in it, moored to a buoy some fourteen feet out from the shore. The rowers

Andry went below-unpacked certain valises changed into dry clothes and stowed away the sword. Thenceforth the two of them paced up and down the little afterdeck, one on either side-Andry prayerful, Dick fuming, and both of them taut strung to jumping point.

They exchanged no word. They walked the deck and waited, each knowing what the other thought too well to waste breath.

"Andry!" said Dick after a while,

when the tenth false alarm had set their hearts to fluttering against their ribs. The huge man hove alongside, and fell into step.

"To cut a long story short, Andry, my man, if we get out of this mess safely, this is where we part company. It was all very well for me to accept your service at a time when I was an independent man of means. Now I'm a fugitive! Then, I could draw a certain income from home at any time a small income, but a certain one. Now I have considerably less than a thousand pounds, and positively no prospects. Are you listening?" "Aye."

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"I've been photographed with drawn sword, surrounded by a crowd. of known criminals. I suppose about

a hundred men would swear in a court of law that I am a rebel. Do you follow me so far? Very well. I've no right to drag you down into my quagmire, and I've no intention of doing it. At the first port we reach-provided we get away from here I shall pay your passage back home again, and buy you a draft on Glasgow for a hundred pounds. That will put you where you were before. Do you understand

me?"

"Is that all, sir?" "That's all.”

"Then hear me now! D'ye ken where I was before ye accepted my service, as ye call it? I was in the water-areswummin' verra nearly drooned. Ye're big enough-ye're strong enough

-tae put me back in again-an' I give ye leave. Then-I'd be where I was. Ye've a right to do that-an' no more."

Dick smiled little. He was not much given to displaying the more serious emotions; they lay too deep.

"I didn't ask you to follow me in the first place," he asserted.

Andry touched his forelock — and Dick held out his hand.

The little liner's whistle screamed.

impatiently, but with due consideration

of the cost of steam. A launch came

alongside and disgorged some passengers. The companion ladder was hauled up and in. The steamer screamed again. The winch began to swallow steel chain with a roar as the windward kedge came home.

Then the little ship's propeller started turning with the steady, hypnotizing thug that calls more men than ever sails did. Alexandria began to fall away astern, and the chance of arrest grew insignificant.

He felt a pluck at his arm, but he did not turn. Then a more deliberate tug at his coat sleeve drew his atten tion, and he looked 'round-straight into the eyes of the Princess Olga Karageorgovich!

"I think we both had a very narrow squeeze for it!" she said in exquisitely shaded English. "But" and she tapped him with a remonstrating finger -"you owe me for a two-horse carriage, Mr. Anthony! Remember-I shall claim the debt!"

From the bed of weary pain
This same question comes again;
From the boy with sparkling eyes,
Bearing home his earliest prize;
From the bronzed and bearded son,
Perils past and honors won-
"Where's mother?"

Mother with untiring hands
At the post of duty stands;
Patient, seeking not her own;
Anxious for the good alone
Of the children as they cry,
Ever as the days go by-
"Where's mother?"

-The Australian Worker.

Number of protected Divisions, 246.

I wish that I could send the good cheer that we always feel in reading the splendid letters from other Divisions. Human kindness and sympathy are more common virtues than many of us seem to suspect, but we come in touch with them only when we have made our lives open to them. The matter does not stop here, however, for one of the most efficient ways of cultivating these desirable traits in others is to act as if we expected to find them there. A good laugh is better than medicine, a smile a ray of sunshine. Learn to keep your troubles to yourself. The world is too busy to care for your ills

and sorrows. If you cannot see good in the world, keep the bad to yourself. Meet your friends with a smile. A goodnatured man or woman is always wel

come.

I know that the sisters everywhere will be glad to know that this Division is one of the live ones, having a good attendance and meeting regularly.

We have a social club, and all the members may join who wish. Once a month the club meets with one of the members, and this gives further opportunities of strengthening the bonds of love and friendship.

Our union meeting will be held in