he tower of the Emir's palace was visible, outlined faintly against the
pale-gray sky.

As they stepped from the shadows upon the open roadway, an Arab stalked
from a doorway opposite, and without troubling himself to come nearer
addressed Canaris in a strange tongue.

Guy's heart seemed to leap into his throat as he nervously handled the
revolver that stuck in his belt.

Canaris coolly replied in a low voice. The Arab evinced no intention of
coming any nearer, and in an instant more the fugitives had plunged into
the gloom of another cross street.

On all sides now were rude abodes, some of sandstone, others of clay,
and at some places even tents were to be seen. Laughter and loud talking
came from open windows. Two or three fierce looking Somali warriors
stalked past in dignified silence, and an Arab sheik, wrapped closely in
his garment, looked at them cautiously as he hurried by.

Melton now walked with difficulty. His wound had broken out afresh and
was bleeding. The weight of the rifle was too much for him, and he was
compelled to abandon it in the road.

"A little farther now," said Canaris encouragingly, "and we shall be
safe."

Melton tried to walk faster, leaning on Guy's arm, but at last, with a
moan of pain, he sank to the ground.

"Go on, leave me; save yourselves," he whispered feebly, as they bent
over him and tried to lift him to his feet.

"One more effort, my dear Melton," implored Guy in an agony, "only one
more effort and we shall be safe. We can carry you if you can't walk."

"No," he gasped. "Go at once. You can escape. I would only keep you back
and cause your capture; better one than three."

Guy threw an appealing glance at Canaris. The Greek's features were
immovable. He calmly waited the result of Guy's pleading.

"My brave fellow," said Chutney, in a husky voice, kneeling down and
clasping Melton's hand, "I refuse to accept your sacrifice. I shall
remain here with you and we will meet our fate together. Canaris, save
yourself while there is yet time. I will not desert my friend."

The Greek paused irresolutely. The convulsive workings of his face
showed the struggle going on in his mind. Suddenly Melton rose on one
elbow and cried excitedly:

"Go, go, I tell you."

Guy shook his head. "No," he said decidedly. "I shall remain."

"You are throwing your lives away," said Melton bitterly. "Here, help me
up. I will make another effort."

In an instant Guy and Canaris had gladl