here with the girl, and he could do anything, but the
kick for the audience is that he's a gentleman and never lays a finger
on her."

This would be the story. Probably the sheik would now arrange with the
old gentleman in the sun-hat to guide the party over the desert, and
would betray them in order to get the beautiful girl into his power.
Of course there would be a kick for the audience when the young fellow
proved to be a gentleman in the deserted tomb for a whole night--any
moving-picture audience would expect him under these propitious
circumstances to be quite otherwise, if the girl were as beautiful as
this one. But there would surely be a greater kick when the sheik found
them in the tomb and bore the girl off on his camel, after a fight
in which the gentleman was momentarily worsted. But the girl would be
rescued in time. And probably the piece would be called Desert Passion.

He wished he could know the ending of the story. Indeed he sincerely
wished he could work in it to the end, not alone because he was curious
about the fate of the young girl in the bad sheik's power. Undoubtedly
the sheik would not prove to be a gentleman, but Merton would like to
work to the end of the story because he had no place to sleep and but
little assurance of wholesome food. Yet this, it appeared, was not to
be. Already word had run among the extra people. Those hired to-day
were to be used for to-day only. Tomorrow the desert drama would unfold
without them.

Still, he had a day's pay coming. This time, though, it would be but
five dollars--his dress suit had not been needed. And five dollars would
appease Mrs. Patterson for another week. Yet what would be the good of
sleeping if he had nothing to eat? He was hungry now. Thin soup, ever so
plenteously spiced with catsup, was inadequate provender for a working
artist. He knew, even as he sat there cross-legged, an apparently
self-supporting and care-free Bedouin, that this ensuing five dollars
would never be seen by Mrs. Patterson.

There were a few more shots of the cafe's interior during which one of
the inmates carefully permitted his half--consumed cigarette to go
out. After that a few more shots of the lively street which, it was now
learned, was a street in Cairo. Earnest efforts were made by the throngs
in these scenes to give the murderous camel plenty of head room. Some
close-ups were taken of the European tourists while they bargained with
a native merchant for ha