et of a boy whom he could not possibly
recognize as Nefert; he sprang back, and cried out:

"I will teach you, you young scoundrel, to spoil my dog with spells--or
poison!"

He raised his whip, and struck it across the shoulders of Nefert, who,
with one scream of terror and anguish, fell to the ground.

The lash of the whip only whistled close by the cheek of the poor
fainting woman, for Bent-Anat had seized Paaker's arm with all her
might.

Rage, disgust, and scorn stopped her utterance; but Rameri had heard
Nefert's shriek, and in two steps stood by the women.

"Cowardly scoundrel!" he cried, and lifted the oar in his hand. Paaker
evaded the blow, and called to the dog with a peculiar hiss:

"Pull him down, Descher."

The hound flew at the prince; but Rameri, who from his childhood, had
been his father's companion in many hunts and field sports, gave the
furious brute such a mighty blow on the muzzle that he rolled over with
a snort.

Paaker believed that he possessed in the whole world no more faithful
friend than this dog, his companion on all his marches across desert
tracts or through the enemy's country, and when he saw him writhing on
the ground his rage knew no bounds, and he flew at the youngster with
his whip; but Rameri--madly excited by all the events of the night, full
of the warlike spirit of his fathers, worked up to the highest pitch
by the insults to the two ladies, and seeing that he was their only
protector--suddenly felt himself endowed with the strength of a man; he
dealt the pioneer such a heavy blow on the left hand, that he dropped
his whip, and now seized the dagger in his girdle with his right.

Bent-Anat threw herself between the man and the stripling, who was
hardly more than a boy, once more declared her name, and this time her
brother's also, and commanded Paaker to make peace among the boatmen.
Then she led Nefert, who remained unrecognized, into the boat, entered
it herself with her companions, and shortly after landed at the palace,
while Paaker's mother, for whom he had called his boat, had yet a long
time to wait before it could start. Setchem had seen the struggle from
her litter at the top of the landing steps, but without understanding
its origin, and without recognizing the chief actors.

The dog was dead. Paaker's hand was very painful, and fresh rage was
seething in his soul.

"That brood of Rameses!" he muttered. "Adventurers! They shall learn to
know me. Mena and