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； it was a great mysterythere was something uncanny about the whole thinghe hated to think about it； and he dreaded the coming of night。
It was a great mystery to Herr Skopfand； doubtless； still is。
Chapter 5
Captain Armand Jacot of the Foreign Legion sat upon an outspread saddle blanket at the foot of a stunted palm tree。 His broad shoulders and his close…cropped head rested in luxurious ease against the rough bole of the palm。 His long legs were stretched straight before him overlapping the meager blanket； his spurs buried in the sandy soil of the little desert oasis。 The captain was taking his ease after a long day of weary riding across the shifting sands of the desert。
Lazily he puffed upon his cigarette and watched his orderly who was preparing his evening meal。 Captain Armand Jacot was well satisfied with himself and the world。 A little to his right rose the noisy activity of his troop of sun…tanned veterans； released for the time from the irksome trammels of discipline； relaxing tired muscles； laughing； joking； and smoking as they； too； prepared to eat after a twelve…hour fast。 Among them； silent and taciturn； squatted five white…robed Arabs； securely bound and under heavy guard。
It was the sight of these that filled Captain Armand Jacot with the pleasurable satisfaction of a duty well…performed。 For a long； hot； gaunt month he and his little troop had scoured the places of the desert waste in search of a band of marauders to the sin…stained account of which were charged innumerable thefts of camels； horses； and goats； as well as murders enough to have sent the whole unsavory gang to the guillotine several times over。
A week before； he had come upon them。 In the ensuing battle he had lost two of his own men； but the punishment inflicted upon the marauders had been severe almost to extinction。 A half dozen； perhaps； had escaped； but the balance； with the exception of the five prisoners； had expiated their crimes before the nickel jacketed bullets of the legionaries。 And； best of all； the ring leader； Achmet ben Houdin； was among the prisoners。
From the prisoners Captain Jacot permitted his mind to traverse the remaining miles of sand to the little garrison post where； upon the morrow； he should find awaiting him with eager welcome his wife and little daughter。 His eyes softened to the memory of them； as they always did。 Even now he could see the beauty of the mother reflected in the childish lines of little Jeanne's face； and both those faces would be smiling up into his as he swung from his tired mount late the following afternoon。 Already he could feel a soft cheek pressed close to each of hisvelvet against leather。
His reverie was broken in upon by the voice of a sentry summoning a non…commissioned officer。 Captain Jacot raised his eyes。 The sun had not yet set； but the shadows of the few trees huddled about the water hole and of his men and their horses stretched far away into the east across the now golden sand。 The sentry was pointing in this direction； and the corporal； through narrowed lids； was searching the distance。 Captain Jacot rose to his feet。 He was not a man content to see through the eyes of others。 He must see for himself。 Usually he saw things long before others were aware that there was anything to seea trait that had won for him the sobriquet of Hawk。 Now he saw； just beyond the long shadows； a dozen specks rising and falling among the sands。 They disappeared and reappeared； but always they grew larger。 Jacot recognized them immediately。 They were horsemenhorsemen of the desert。 Already a sergeant was running toward him。 The entire camp was straining its eyes into the distance。 Jacot gave a few terse orders to the sergeant who saluted； turned upon his heel and returned to the men。 Here he gathered a dozen who saddled their horses； mounted and rode out to meet the strangers。 The remaining men disposed themselves in readiness for instant action。 It was not entirely beyond the range of possibilities that the horsemen riding thus swiftly toward the camp might be friends of the prisoners bent upon the release of their kinsmen by a sudden attack。 Jacot doubted this； however； since the strangers were evidently making no attempt to conceal their presence。 They were galloping rapidly toward the camp in plain view of all。 There might be treachery lurking beneath their fair appearance； but none who knew The Hawk would be so gullible as to hope to trap him thus。
The sergeant with his detail met the Arabs two hundred yards from the camp。 Jacot could see him in conversation with a tall； white…robed figureevidently the leader of the band。 Presently the sergeant and this Arab rode side by side toward camp。 Jacot awaited them。 The two reined in and dismounted before him。
〃Sheik Amor ben Khatour；〃 announced the sergeant by way of introduction。
Captain Jacot eyed the newcomer。 He was acquainted with nearly every principal Arab within a radius of several hundred miles。 This man he never had seen。 He was a tall； weather beaten； sour looking man of sixty or more。 His eyes were narrow and evil。 Captain Jacot did not relish his appearance。
〃Well？〃 he asked； tentatively。
The Arab came directly to the point。
〃Achmet ben Houdin is my sister's son；〃 he said。 〃If you will give him into my keeping I will see that he sins no more against the laws of the French。〃
Jacot shook his head。 〃That cannot be；〃 he replied。 〃I must take him back with me。 He will be properly and fairly tried by a civil court。 If he is innocent he will be released。〃
〃And if he is not innocent？〃 asked the Arab。
〃He is charged with many murders。 For any one of these； if he is proved guilty； he will have to die。〃
The Arab's left hand was hidden beneath his burnous。 Now he withdrew it disclosing a large goatskin purse； bulging and heavy with coins。 He opened the mouth of the purse and let a handful of the contents trickle into the palm of his right hand all were pieces of good French gold。 From the size of the purse and its bulging proportions Captain Jacot concluded that it must contain a small fortune。 Sheik Amor ben Khatour dropped the spilled gold pieces one by one back into the purse。 Jacot was eyeing him narrowly。 They were alone。 The sergeant； having introduced the visitor； had withdrawn to some little distance his back was toward them。 Now the sheik； having returned all the gold pieces； held the bulging purse outward upon his open palm toward Captain Jacot。
〃Achmet ben Houdin； my sister's son； MIGHT escape tonight；〃 he said。 〃Eh？〃
Captain Armand Jacot flushed to the roots of his close…cropped hair。 Then he went very white and took a half…step toward the Arab。 His fists were clenched。 Suddenly he thought better of whatever impulse was moving him。
〃Sergeant！〃 he called。 The non…commissioned officer hurried toward him； saluting as his heels clicked together before his superior。
〃Take this black dog back to his people；〃 he ordered。 〃See that they leave at once。 Shoot the first man who comes within range of camp tonight。〃
Sheik Amor ben Khatour drew himself up to his full height。 His evil eyes narrowed。 He raised the bag of gold level with the eyes of the French officer。
〃You will pay more than this for the life of Achmet ben Houdin； my sister's son；〃 he said。 〃And as much again for the name that you have called me and a hundred fold in sorrow in the bargain。〃
〃Get out of here！〃 growled Captain Armand Jacot； 〃before I kick you out。〃
All of this happened some three years before the opening of this tale。 The trail of Achmet ben Houdin and his accomplices is a matter of recordyou may verify it if you care to。 He met the death he deserved； and he met it with the stoicism of the Arab。
A month later little Jeanne Jacot； the seven…year…old daughter of Captain Armand Jacot； mysteriously disappeared。 Neither the wealth of her father and mother； or all the powerful resources of the great republic were able to wrest the secret of her whereabouts from the inscrutable desert that had swallowed her and her abductor。
A reward of such enormous proportions was offered that many adventurers were attracted to the hunt。 This was no case for the modern detective of civilization； yet several of these threw themselves into the searchthe bones of some are already bleaching beneath the African sun upon the silent sands of the Sahara。
Two Swedes； Carl Jenssen and Sven Malbihn； after three years of following false leads at last gave up the search far to the south of the Sahara to turn their attention to the more profitable business of ivory poaching。 In a great district they were already known for their relentless cruelty and their greed for ivory。 The natives feared and hated them。 The European governments in whose possessions they worked had long sought them； but； working their way slowly out of the north they had learned many things in the no…man's…land south of the Sahara which gave them immunity from capture through easy avenues of escape that were unknown to those who pursued them。 Their raids were sudden and swift。 They seized ivory and retreated into the trackless wastes of the north before the guardians of the territory they rap