"
"Shall we make a thorough search for him among the pines? You say he's
tall and built powerfully. But maybe the two of us could master him,
and if not we could call for help."
"Too late, George. He left a long time ago, and he took with him what he
wanted. We needn't look any farther."
"Lead on, then, King of Trailers and Master of Secrets! If the mighty
Caliph, Haroun al Kenton, wishes to prowl in these grounds, seeking the
heart of some great conspiracy, it is not for his loyal vizier, the
Sheikh Ul Dalton to ask him questions."
"I'm not certain that a vizier is a sheikh."
"Nor am I, but I'm certain that I want to go home and go to bed. Vikings
of the land like ourselves can't stand much luxury. It weakens the
tissues, made strong on the march and in the fields."
They left the grounds silently and unobserved and soon were in their own
quarters, where they slept nearly the whole day. Then they spent three
or four days more in the social affairs which were such a keen pleasure
to them after such a long deprivation. But wherever they went, and they
were in demand everywhere, Harry was always looking for somebody, a man,
tall, heavy and broad shouldered, not a man who would come into a room
where he was, or who would join a company of people that he had joined,
but one who would hang upon the outskirts, and hide behind the corners of
buildings or trees.
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