"Very well," she said. "Let that one go, and that one," pointing at Fred and me.
"You'll appreciate, of course," said Monty, "that it's out of the question for us to go forward until we know where that lady is."
Kagig bowed gravely.
"I am needed at Zeitoon," he answered.
Then Maga broke in shrilly, pointing at Will:
"Take that one for hostage!" she advised. "Bring him along to Zeitoon. Then the rest will follow!"
Kagig looked gravely at her.
"I shall take this one," he answered, laying a respectful hand on Monty's sleeve. "Effendi, you are an Eenglis lord. Be your life and comfort on my head, but I need a hostage for my nation's sake. You others—I admit the urgency—shall hunt the missionary lady. If I have this one"—again he touched Monty—"I know well you will come seeking him! You, effendi, you understand my—necessity?"
Monty nodded, smiling gravely. There was a fire at the back of Monty's eyes and something in his bearing I had never seen before.
"Then I go with my colonel sahib!" announced Rustum Khan. "That gipsy woman will kill him otherwise!"
"Better help hunt for the lady, Rustum Khan."
"Nay, colonel sahib bahadur—thy blood on my head! I go with thee—into hell and out beyond if need be!"
"You fellows agreeable?" asked Monty. "There is no disputing Kagig's decision. We're at his mercy."
"We've got to find Miss Vanderman !" said Will.
"You are not at my mercy, effendi," grumbled Kagig. The man was obviously distressed. "You are rather at my discretion. I am responsible. For my nation's sake
