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THE SUNDAY C Alii*.
12
This is the fourth and last in
stallment of "BTexrster'a Millions."
Watch thes« pages for a genuine sur
prise next Sunday.
Copyright 1903 by Herbert S. Stone & Co.
All rights reserved.
CHAPTER XXIIL
AN OFFER OF MARRIAGE.
£~r> HE summer is scarcely a, good time
I to visit Egypt, but Monty and his
I guests had a desire to see even a
I little of the northern coast of
Africa. It was decided, therefore,
that after Athens, the "Flitter" should
go south. The yacht had met them
at Naples after the automobile pro
cessloa—a kind of triumphal progress.—
vas disbanded in Florence, and they had
taken a hurried survey of Rome. By the
middle of July the party was leaving the
heat of Egypt and finding it not half bad.
New York was not' more than a month
away as Brewster reckoned time and dis
tance, and there was still too much money
In the treasury. As September drew near
er he got into the habit of frequently for
getting Swearengen Jones until it was too
late to retrace his steps. He was coming
to the "death struggle," as he termed it,
an* there was something rather terror
izing In the fear that "the million might
die bard." And so these last days
and nights were glorious ones,
if one could have looked at them with
unbiased, untroubled ¦ eyes. But every
member of hla party was praying for the
day when the "Flitter" would be well into
the broad Atlantic and the worst over.
At Alexandria Brewster bad letters to
some Englishmen, and in the few enter
tainments that he gave succeeded once
again In fairly outdoing Aladdin.
A sheik from the Interior waa a guest
at one of Monty's entertainments. He
was a burly, hot-blooded fellow, with a
densely-populated harem, and he had
been invited more as a curiosity than as
one to be honored. As he came aboard
the "Flitter" Monty believed the invita
tion was more than Justified. Mohammed
was superb, and the women of the party
made so much of him that it was small
wonder that his head was turned. He fell
desperately In love with Peggy Gray on
sight, and with all the composure of a
potentate who has never been crossed he
sent for Brewster the next day and told
him to "send her around" and he would
marry her. Monty's blood boiled furious
ly for a minute or two, but he was quick
to see the wisdom of treating the propo
sition diplomatically. He tried to make it
plain to the sheik that Miss Gray could
not accept the honor he wished to confer
upon her. but It was not Mohammed's
custom to be denied anything he asked
for— especially anything feminine. He
complacently announced that he would
come aboard that afternoon and talk it
over with Peggy.
Breweter looked the swarthy gentleman
over with unconcealed disgust in his eyes.
The mere thought of this ugly brute so
much as touching the hand of little Peggy
Gray filled him with horror, and yet there
was something laughable in the situa
tion. He could not hide the smile that
came with the mind picture of Peggy
listening to the avowal of the sheik. The
Arab misinterpreted this exhibition of
mirth. To him the grin Indicated friend
ship and encouragement. He wanted to
give Brewster a ring as a pledge of af
fection, but the American declined the of
fering and also refused to carry a bag
of Jewels to Peggy.
"I'll let the old boy come aboard Just to
see Peggy look a hole through him," he
resolved. "No matter how obnoxious it
may be, it isn't every girl who can say
an Oriental potentate has asked her to
marry him. If this camel-herder gets dis
agreeable we may tumble him Into the
sea for a change."
With the beat grace possible he Invited
the sheik to come aboard and consult
Miss Gray in person. Mohammed was a
good bit puzzled over the intimation that
it would be necessary for him to plead
for anything he had expressed a desire
to possess. Brewster confided the news to
"Rip" Van Winkle and "Subway" Smith,
who had gone ashore with him, and the
trio agreed that it would be good sport
to let the royal proposal come as a sur
prise to Peggy. Van Winkle returned to
the yacht at once, but his companions
stayed ashore to do some shopping. When
they approached the "Flitter" later on
they observed an unusual commotion on
deck.
Mohammed had not tarried long after
their -departure. He gathered his train
together, selected a few costly presents
that had been returned from the harem
and advanced on the boat without delay.
The captain of the "Flitter" stared long
and hard at the gayly bedecked launches
and then called to bis first officer. To
gether they watched the ceremonious ap
proach. A couple of brown-faced heralds
came aboard first and announced the ap
proach of the mighty chief. Captain Perry
went forward to greet the sheik as he
came over the side of the ship, but he
was brushed aside by the advance guards.
Half a hundred swarthy fellows crowded
aboard and then came the sheik, the per
sonification of pomp and pride.
"Where Is she?" he asked in his native
tongue. The passengers were by this
time awaxe of the visitation and began to
straggle on deck, filled with curiosity.
"What the devil do you mean by com
ing aboard in this manner?" demanded
the now irate Captain Perry, shoving a
couple of retainers out of his path an*
facing the beaming aultor. Aa Interpreter
took a band at this Juncture and the
doughty captain finally was made to un
derstand the object of the visit He
laughed in the sheik's face and told the
mate to call up a. few Jackles to drive
the "dagoes" off. "Rip" Van Winkle In
terfered and peace was restored. The
cruise had changed "Rip" into a happier
and far more radiant creature, so it was
only natural that he should have shared
the secret with Mary Valentine. He had
told the story of the sheik's demand to
her aa soon aa he came aboard, and she
had divulged it to Peggy the Instant
"Rip" was out of sight.
Brewster found the sheik sitting in state
on the upper deck impatiently await
ing the appearance of his charmer.
He did not know her name, but he
had tranquilly commanded "Rip" to
produce all of the women on board
so that he might select Peggy from
among them. Van Winkle and Bragdon,
who now waa in the secret, were prepar
ing to inarch the ladles past the ruler
when Monty came up.
"Haa he seen Peggy V he asked of Van
Winkle.
"Not yet She is dressing for the occa
sion."
"Well, wait and see what happens • to
him when she gets over the first shock,"
laughed Monty.
Just then the sheik discovered Peggy,
who. pretty as a picture, drew near the
strange group. To her amazement two
slaves rushed forward and obstructed her
passage long enough to beat their heads
on the deck a few times, after which they
arose and tendered two magnificent neck
laces. She was prepared for the proposal,
but this action disconcerted her; she
gasped and looked about in perplexity.
Her friends were smiling broadly and the
sheik ha- placed his hands over his pal
pitating heart.
"Lothario has a pain," whispered
"Rip" Van Winkle sympathetically, and
Brewster laughed. Peggy did not hes
itate an Instant after hearing the laugh.
She walked straight toward the sheik.
Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were
flashing dangerously. The persistent
brown slaves followed with the Jewels,
but she ignored them completely. Brave
as she intended to be, she could not re
press the shudder of repulsion that went
"Are You Tired, Peggy?" Asked
Brewster, With a Touch of
Tenderness.
over her as she looked full upon this
eager Arab. •
Graceful and slender ehe stood before
the burly Mohammed, but his ardor was
not cooled by the ! presence of so many
witnesses. With a thud he dropped to
his knees, waobllng for a moment In the
successful effort to maintain a poetic
equilibrium. Then he began pouring
forth volumes' of shattered French. Eng
lish and Arabic sentiment, accompanied
by facial contortions so Intense that they
were little less than grewsome.
"Oh/ Joy of the sun supreme, Jewel of
the only eye, harken to the entreaty of
Mohammed." It was more as If he were
commanding his troops in battle than
pleading for the tender compassion of a
lady love. "I am come for you, queen of
the sea and earth and sky. My boats are
here, my camels there, and Mohammed
promises you a palace in the sun-lit hills
If you will but let him bask forever In
the glory of your smile." All this was
uttered In a mixture of tongues so atroc
ious that "Subway" Smith afterward de
scribed it as a salad. The retinue bowed
impressively and two or three graceless
Americans applauded as vigorously as If
they were approving the actions of a well
drilled comic opera chorus. Sailors were
hanging In the rigging, on the davits
and over the deck house roof.
"Smile for the gentlemen. Peggy," com
manded Brewster delightedly. "He wants
to take a short bask."
"You are very rude, Mr. Brewster,"
said Peggy turning upon him coldly. Then
to the waiting, expectant sheik: "What
is the meaning of this eloquence?"
Mohammed looked bewildered for a
moment and then turned to the Inter
preter, who cleared up the mystery sur
rounding her English. For the next three
or four minutes the air svas filled with
the "Jewels of Africa," "Star.' "Sun
light." "Queen," "Pleavenly Joy," "Pearl
of the Desert," and other things in bad
English, worse French and perfect Arabic.
He was making promises that could not
be redeemed if he lived a thousand years.
In conclusion the gallant sheik drew a
long breath, screwed his face into a sim
pering, grin and played his trump card In
unmistakable English. It sounded pathet
ically like "You're a peach."
An Indecorous roar went up from the
white spectators and a Jacky in the rig
ging, suddenly thinking cf.home, piped
up with a bar or two from "The Star
Spangled Banner."
Having accomplished what he consid
ered to te his part of the ceremony the
sheik arose and started toward his
launch, coolly motioning for h«r to fol
low. So far as he was concerned the mat
ter was closed. But Peggy, her heart
thumping like a trip-hammer, her -eyes
full of excitement, implored him to stop
for a moment.
"I appreciate ihis great honor, but I
have a request to make," she said clearly.
Mohammed paused irresolutely and in
some irritation.
"Here's where the heathen gets It
among the beads," whispered Monty to
Mrs. Dan, and he called out: "Captain
Perry, detail half a dozen men to pick
up the beads that are about to slip from
his majesty's neck." .
. xxiv.
THE SHEIK'S TRAGEDY.
Peggy gave the sheik an entrancing
smile, followed by a brief glance at the
beaming Miss Valentine, who nodded her
head approvingly.
"Won't you give me time to go belo-ar
and pack my belongings that they may
be sent ashore?" she asked naively.
"Thunder!" gasped Monty. "That's no
way to turn him down."
"What do you mean, Monty Brewster?"
she cried, turning upon him with flashing
eyes;
"Why, you're encouraging the old guy,"
he protested, disappointment in every in
flection.
"And what if I am? Isn't it my affair?
I think I am right in suspecting that he
has asked me to be his wife. Isn't it my
privilege to accept him if I wish?"
BrewBter's face was a study. He could
not believe that she was in earnest, but
there was a ghastly feeling that the Joke
was being turned on him. The rest of the
company stared hard at the flushed Peggy
and breathlessly awaited developments.
"It won't do to trifle with this chap,
Peggy," said Monty, coming quite close
to her. "Don't lead ; him on. He might
get nasty If he thinks you're making sport
of him."
"You are quite absurd, Monty," she
crl-ed, petulantly. "I am not making
sport of him."
"Well, then, why don't you tell him to
go about his business?"
"I don't see any beads lying around
loose," said "Rip" tormentin£ly. The
sheik impatiently said something to the
interpreter and that worthy reofiated it
for Peggy's benefit.
"The Son of the Prophet desires that you
be as quick as possible, Queen of the
World. He tires of waiting and com
mands you to come with him at once."
Peggy winced and her eyes shot a brief
look of scorn at the scowling sheik. In
an Instant, however, she was smiling
agreeably and was turning toward the
steps.
"Holy mackerel! Where are you going,
Peggy?" cried Lotless, the first to turn
fearful.
"To throw some things into my trunk,"
she responded airily. "Will you come
with me, Mary?"
"Peggy!" cried Brewster angrily. "This
has gone far enough."
"You should have spoken sooner,
Monty," she said quietly.
"What are you going to do, Margaret 7"
cried' Mrs. Dan, her eyes wide with
amazement.
"I am going to marry the Son of the
'One of the Boats Came Up and They
Were Drawn Over the Side
to Safety."
Prophet," she replied so decidedly that
every one gasped. A moment later she
was surrounded by a group of excited
women, and Captain Perry was culling the
"Jackles" forward in a voice of thunder.
Brewster pushed his way to her side,
his face as white as death.
"This isn't a Joke, Peggy," he cried.
"Go below and I'll get rid of the sheik."
Just then the burly Algerian asserted
himself. He did not like ,the way in
which hla adored one was being handled
by the "white dogs," and with two spear
men he rushed up to Brewster, Jabbering
angrily.
"Stand back, you Idiot, or I'll punch
your head off," said Brewster, with sud
den emphasis.
It was not until this moment that Peggy
realized that there might be a serious
side to the little farce she and Mary had
decided to play for the punishment of
Brewster. Terror suddenly took the place
of mirth and she clung frantically to
Monty's arm.
"I was Joking. Monty, only Joking," she
cried. "Oh, what have I done?"
"It is my fault," he exclaimofl, "but I'll
take care of you, never fear." Jj
"Stand aside!" roared the sheik threat
eningly.
The situation was ominous. Fr.'ghtened
as they were the women could not flee,
but stood as if petrified. Sailors eagerly
swarmed to the deck.
"Get off this boat," said Monty, omi
nously calm, to the interpreter, "or we'll
pitch you and your whole mob into the
sea."
"Keep cool! Keep cool!" cried "Sub
way" Smith quickly. He stepped between
Brewster and the angry suitor, and that
action alone prevented serious trouble.
While he parleyed with the sheik Mrs. De-
Mllle hurried Peggy to a safe place below
deck, and they were followed by a flock
of shivering women. Poor Peggy was al
most in tears with the piteous glances she
threw at Brewster when he stepped be
tween her and the ImDetuous sheik, who
had started to follow, struck deep into his
heart and made him ready to fight to the
death for her.
It took nearly an hour to con
vince the Algerian that Peggy had
misunderstood him and that Amer
ican women . w«re not -to • be
wooed after the African fashion. He
finally departed -with his entire train,
thoroughly dissatisfied and in high dudg
eon. At first he threatened to take her
by force; then he agreed to give her an
other day in which to make up her mind
to go with him peaceably, and again he
concluded that a bird in the hand was
worth two in the bush. "
That night Brewster entertained on board
the yacht, several resident French and
English acquaintances being the guests of
honor. The story of the day was told by
Mrs. Dan DeMillc, commissioned especi
ally for the duty. She painted the scene
so vividly that the guests laughed with
Joy over the discomfiture of the sheik.
Peggy and Brewster found themselves
looking sheepishly at one another now
and then In the course of the recital. She
purposely had avoided him during the
evening, but she had gamely endured the
raillery that came from the rest of the
party. If aha waa a bit pale it was not
surprising. Now that It was over the
whole affair appalled her more than she
could have suspected. When several of
the guests of the evening soberly an
nounced that Mohammed waa a danger
ous man and even an object of worry to
the government, she ftlt a strange catch
in her thoat and her now mirthless eyes
turned instinctively ta Brewster, who. It
seemed, was the sheik's special object of
aversion.
The next day she and Monty talked it
over. The penitence of both was beauti
ful to behold. Each denied the other the
privilege of assuming all the blame and
both were bo happy that Mohammed was
little more than a preposition in their con
versation so far aa prominence waa con
cerned. But all day long the harbor was
full of flsher boat*, and at nightfall they
still were lolling about, sinister, restless,
mysterious like purposeless buzzards. And
the dark men on board were taking up
no flsh, neither were they minding the
net* that lay dry and folded in the bot
tom of their boats.
Far into the night there was revelry on
board the Flitter, mote guests having
come out from the city. The dark hours
before the dawn of day had arrived be
fore they put oft for shore, but the flsher
boats were still bobbing about in the
black waters of the harbor. The lights
gradually disappeared from the port-holes
of the yacht, and the tired watch was
about to be relieved. Monty Brewster
and Peggy remained on deck after the
guests had gone over the side of the ves
sel. They were leaning over the rail aft
listening to the Jovial voices of the visit
ors as they grew fainter and fainter in
the. distance. The lights of the town were
few, but they could plainly be seen from
the offing.
"Are ycu tired, Peggy?" asked Brew-
Bter, with a touch of tenderness. Some
how of late he had often felt a strange
desire to take her In his arms, and now
it was strong upon him. She was very
near, and there was a drooping weariness
in her attitude, which seemed to demand
protection.
"I have a queer feeling that something
awful Is going to happen to-night,
Monty," she answered, trouble in her soft
voice.
"You're nerrous, that's all," he 'said,
"and you should get to sleep. Good
night." Their bands touched In the dark
ness, and the thrill that went over him
told a truth of which he had been only
vaguely consoious. The power of it made
him exultant Yet when he thought of
her and her too quiet affection for him it
left him despondent.
Something, bumped against the side of
"Try as He Would, Monty Could Not
See Peggy Alone."
the ship and a grating sound followed.
Then came other gentle thuds, combined
with the soft swish of water disturbed.
Prggy anu Brewster were on the point of
going below when their attention was
caught by these strange sounds.
"What is it?" she asked as they paused
Irresolutely. He strode to the rail, the
?irl following close behind. Three sharp
little whistles came from above anil be
hind them, but before they had time even
to speculate as to their meaning the re
sult was in evidence.
Over the aides of the ship came shad
owy forms as if by magic; at their backs
panther-like bodies dropped to the deck
with stealthy thuds, as if coming from
the inky sky above. There was in Instant
of dreadful calm and then the' crisis. A
flozen sinewy forms hurled themselves
upon Brewster, who, taken completely by
surprise, was thrown to the deck in an
Instant, his attem.pt to cry out for help
being checked by heavy hands. Peggy's
scream was cut off as quickly, and para
lyzed by terror, she felt herself engulfed
In strong arms and smothered Into si
lence. It all happened so quickly that
there was no chance to give the alarm, no
opportunity to resist. ,
Brewster felt himself lifted bodily, nnd
then there was the sensation of falling.
He struck something forcibly with all his
weight^and fell back with a crash to the
deck. Afterward lie found that the ef
fort to throw him overboard had failed
inly because his assailants in their haste
had hurled himself against an unseen
stanchion. Peggy was borne forward and
lowered swiftly Into arms that deposited
her roughly upon something hard. There
was a Jerky, rocking motion, the sudden
splash of oars, and then she knew no
more.
The invaders had planned with a,*craftl
ness and patience that deserved success.
For hours they had waited, silently,
watchfully and with deadly assurance.
How they crept up to the "Flitter"" in
such numbers. and how the more daring
:ame aboard long- before the blow was
struck, no one ever explained. Bo quick
ly and bo accurately was the abduction
performed .that the boats were well clear
of the yacht before alarm was given by
one of the watch who had been over
looked in. the careful assault.
Sleepy sailors rushed on deck with a
promptitude that, was amazing. Very
quickly they hafl found and unbound
Brewster, carried a couple of wounded
shipmates below and had Captain Perry
in his pajamas on deck to take command.
"The searchlight!" cried Brewster fran
tically. "The devils have stolen Miss
Gray."
While swift hands were lowering
the boats for the chase others were
carrying firearms on deck. The
searchlight threw its mighty white
arm out over the water before many sec
onds had passed, and eager eyes were
looking for the boats of the pillagers. The
ArabsLhad reckoned without the search
light. Their fierce exultation died sud
denly when the mysterious streak of light
into the sky and then swept down
upon the sea, hunting them out of th?
darkness like a great and relentless eye.
The "Flitter's" boats were in the water
and manned by sturdy oarsmen before the
glad cry went up that the robber fleet had
been discovered. They were so near the
yacht that it was evident the dusky
tribesmen were poor oarsmen. In the
clear light from the ship's deck they could
be seen paddling wildly, their white robes
fluttering as though Inspired by fear.
There were four boats, all of them crowd
ed to the gunwales.
"Keep the light on them, captain,"
shouted Monty from below. "Try to pick
out the boat that has Miss Gray on board.
Pull away, boys! This means a hundred
dollars to every one of you — yes, a thou
sand If we have to fight for her!"
"Kill every damned one of them, Mr.
Brewster," roared the captain, who had
retired behind a boat when he became
aware of the presence of women on deck.
Three boats shot away from the side of
the yacht, Brewster and Joe Bragdon in
the first, both armed with rifles.
"Let's take a shot at 'em," cried a sail
or who stood in the stern with his finger
on a trigger.
V'Don't do that! "We don't know -what
boat holds Peggy," commanded Brewster.
"Keep cool, boys, and be ready to scrap
if we have to." He was half mad with
fear and anxiety, and he was determined
to exterminate the bands of robbers If
harm had come to the girl In their power.
"She's in the second boat," came the
cry from the yacht, and the searchlight
was kept on that particular object almost
to the exclusion of the others. But Cap
tain Perry saw the wisdom of keeping all
of them clearly located In order to pre
vent trickery.
Brewster's brawny sailor boys came up
like greyhounds, cheering as they dashed
among the boats of the fugitives. Three
or four shots were fired Into the air by
the zealous American lads, and there were
loud cries from the Arabs as they veered
off panic-stricken. Monty's boat was now
In the path of light and not far behind
the one which held Peggy. He was
standing in the bow.
"Take care of«th© others!" he 'called
back to his .followers. "We'll go after
the leaders."
The response from behind was a cheer,
a half dozen shots and some of the most
Joyous profanity that ever fell from the
lips of American sailors, mingled with
shrieks from the boats they were to "take
care of."
"Stop!" Brewster shouted to the Arabs.
"Stop, or we'll kill every one of you!"
His boat was not more than fifty feet
from the other.
Suddenly a tall, white-robed figure arose
in the middle 'of the Egyptian craft, and
a moment later the pursuers saw Peggy's
form passed up to him. She was in
stantly clasped by one of his long arms,
and the other "was lifted high above her.
A gleaming knife was held in the up
raised hand.
"Fire on us If you dare!" came In
French from the tall Arab. ¦"Dog bf
an American, she shall die If you come
near her!"
Brewster'3 heart almost ceased beating.
'Peggy Was the One Eebel Against
the Conspiracy."
and every vestige of color left his face.
Clear and distinct in the light from the
yarht the Arab and his burden were
outlined against the black screen beyond.
There was no mistaking the earnestness
of the threat, nor could the witnesses
doubt the ghastly Intention of the long-,
cruel knife that gleamed on high. Peg
gy's body served as a shield for that of
her captor. Brewster and Bragdon rec
ognized the man as one of Mohammed's
principal retainers, a fierce-looking fel
low who had attracted more than usual
attention on the day of the sheik's visit.
"For Gods sake, don't kill her!" cried
Brewster In agonized tones. There was
a diabolical grin on the face of the Arab,
who was about to shout bark some de
fiant taunt when the unexpected hap
pened.
The sharp crack of a gun sounded In
the stern of firewater's boat, and an un
erring bullet sped straight for the big
Arab's forehead.
It crashed between his eyes and death
must have been Instantaneous. The knits
flew from h!s hand, his body straightened
and then collapsed, toppling over, not
among his oarsmen, but across the gun
wale of the craft. Before a hand could
be lifted to prevent, the dead Arab and
the girl were plunged into the sea.
A cry of horror went up from the Amer
icans, and something surprisingly UK© a
shout of triumph from the abductors.
Even as Brewster poised for the spring
Into the water a flying form shot past
him and into the sea with a resounding
splash. The man that fired the shot had
reckoned cleverly, and he was carrying
out the final details of an inspired plan.
The Arab's position as he stood in the
boat was such as to warrant the sailor s
belief that he could fall no other way.
than forward, and that meant over the
side of the boat. With all this clearly
In mind he had shot straight and true
and was on his way to the water almost
as the two toppled overboard.
Monty Brewster was In the water an
Instant later, striking out for the spot
where they had disappeared, a little to
the left of the course In which his boat
was running. There was a rattle of fire
arms, with curses and cheers, but he paid
no heed to these sounds. He was a length
or two behind the sailor, praying with all
his soul that one or the other might suc
ceed In reaching the white robes that
Btill kept the surface of the water. His
crew was "backing water" and straining
every muscle to bring the boat around
sharp for the rescue.
The Bailor's powerful strokes brought
him to the spot first, but not in time to
clutch the disappearing white robes. Just
\a he reached out an arm to grasp the
form of the girl she went down. He did
not hesitate a second, but followed.
Peggy had fallen from the dead Arab's
embrace, and that worthy already was
at the bottom of the sea. She was half
conscious when the shot came, but the
plunge Into the cold water revived her.
Her struggles were enough to keep her
up for a few moments, but not long
snough for the swimmers to reach her
3lde. She felt herself going down and
Jown, strangling, smothering, dying. Then
something vise-like clutching her arm and
she had the sensation of being Jerked up
ward violently.
The sailor fought his way to the sur
face with the girl, and Brewster was at
tils side In an Instant. • "Together they
supported her until one of the boats
came up, and they were drawn
over the side to safety. By this time the
abductors had scattered like sheep with
out a leader, and as there was no further
object in pursuing them the little Ameri
can fleet put back for the yacht in great
haste. Peggy was quite conscious when
carried aboard by the triumphant Brew
ster. The words he whispered to her as
she lay in the bottom of the boat were
enough to give her life.
The excitement on board the Flitter was
boundless. Fear gave way to Joy. and
where despair had for a moment reigned
supreme, there was now the most Insane
delight. Peggy was bundled below and
into her berth. Dr. Lotless attending her.
assisted by all the women on board.
Brewster and the sailor, drenched but
happy, were carried on the shoulders of
enthusiastic supporters to a place where
hot toddles were to be had before blan
kets.
The next morning he proposed to hunt
for the sheik, and offered to lead an as
sault In person. An Investigation was
made and government officials tried to
call Mohammed to account, but he had
fled to the desert and the search was
fruitless.
Brewster refused to acc*pt a share of
the glory of Peggy's rescue, pushing Con
roy forward as the real hero. But the
sailor Insisted that he could not have
succeeded without help— that he was com
pletely exhausted when Montv came to
the rescue. Peggy found It hard to thank
him gently while her heart was so dan
gerously near the riot point, and her
words of gratitude sounded pitifully weak
and insufficient.
"It would have been the same had any
body else gone to her rescue," he mused
dejectedly. "She cares for me with the
devotion of a sister and thafs all. Peggy.
Peggy," he moaned, "If you could only
love me, I'd— I'd— oh, well, there's no use
thinking about it! She will love some
one else, of course, and— and be happy,
too. If she'd appear only ono- tenth as
grateful to me as to Conroy I'd be satis
fied. He had the luck to be first, thafs
all, but God knows I tried to do it."
-Peggy was not herself for several dAys
after her experience, and the whole party
felt a distinct relief when the yacht
finally left the harbor and steamed off to
the west. A cablegram that came the
day before may have had something to
do with Brewster's depression, but he
was not the sort to confess it. It was
from Swearengen Jones of Butte, Mont..
and there was something sinister In the
laconic admonition. It read:
Brewster, U. S. Consulate. Alexandria: nave
a. good time while good times last. JOSIS3.
His brain was almost bursting with
the hopes and fears and uncertainties
that crowded It far beyond Its ordinary
capacity. It had come to the point, it
seemed to him, when the brains of a
dozen men at least were recimred to
operate the affairs that were surging Into
his alone. The mere fact that the end of
his year was less than two months off,
and that there was more or less uncer
tainty as to the character of the end,
was sufficient cause for worry, but the
new trouble was infinitely harder to en
dure. "When he sat down to think over
his financial enterprises his mind treach
erously wandered off to Peggy Gray, and
then everything was hopeless. He re
called the courage and confidence that
had carried him to Barbara Drew with a
declaration of love— to the stunning,
worldly Barbara— and smiled bitterly
when he saw how basely two allies were
deserting him in thla hour of love for
Peggy Gray. For some reason he had
felt sure of Barbara; for another^ reason
he saw no chance with Peggy- She was
not the same sort— she was different. She
was— well, she was Peggy, y v~
Occasionally his reflections assumed the
Importance of calculations. His cruise
was sure to cost $200,000, a princely sum,
but not enough. Swearengen Jones and
his cablegrams did not awe him to a
great extent. The spending of the million
had become a mania with him now and
he had no regard for consequences. Ills
cne desire, aside from Peggy, was to in
crease the cost of the cruise. They were
leaving Gibraltar when a new idea cam*
Into his troubled head.
He decided to change his plans and sail
for the North Cape, thereby adding more
than J30.000 to his credit.
XXVI.
Brave as he was in the presence of his
friends, in the privacy of hla stateroom
BREWSTER'S MILLIONS
By Richard P. Greaves

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