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The King in Check them jumped into the car and began to un- tie his arms and feet. Grim, looking swiftly to right and left, saw Jeremy and pounced on him so fiercely that an onlooker might have guessed another fight to the death was under way. ‘Too excited to say what he had in mind, he tugged at Jeremy’s clothes. “I get you, Jim—I get you!’ Jeremy laughed gaily, and in ten seconds had stripped himself down to his underwear. Hadad must have been discussing details of the plan with Grim along the road; for he got busy at the same time persuading Feisul to part with his garments—not that his consent really mattered at the moment; they were pulled off him by half a dozen hands at once and Jeremy had the best of that bargain all right, for in addition to silk headdress and a fine black Arab full-dress coat, there was Jinen of a sort you can’t buy —better stuff than bishops wear and clean, which Jeremy’s own wasn’t. The time it takes to read this gives a to- tally false impression of the speed. The whole thing took place, I should say, within two minutes from the time when I punched that Syrian’s nose until Mabel and Narayan Singh stood beside me watching Hadad, two more Arabs and Feisul drive away, with a second car crowded full of loyalists in close attendance. By that time Jeremy was dressed in Fei- sul’s clothes; and though he didn’t look a bit like Feisul from a yard away, in the mist at ten yards, provided you were looking for ' Feisul, you’d have taken your Bible oath he was the man; for he had the gesture and mannerism copied to perfection. However, standing there wasn’t going to increase the real Feisul’s chance of escap- ing. The sooner we got caught, the quicker the French would discover that our man had given them the slip. Our business was to give the French a long chase in the wrong direction and those bogged autos weren’t ideal for the purpose. But they were the only means in sight just then, and we had to bear in mind that message I had made Rene send, warning the French to look out for an auto with a white flag and two civilians together with Feisul and Lawrence. So we picked out the two best that remained, pitched Rene and his basket of provisions into the front one with Mabel and Jeremy, piled Narayan Singh in after them to take my place as the second civilian, and started them off straight for- 65 ward, Grim and I following in a second car after I had feed our former Arab driver handsomely and sent him off grinning to give a lift to as many runaways as the car would hold. We learned afterward that the rascal made a fortune, charging as much as fifty pounds sterling for the trip half-way back to Damascus, at which point the car col- lapsed. They say he carried eleven offi- cers that far, bought two wives with the proceeds and escaped all the way to a vil- lage near Mecca, where his home was. You know how bewildering and tricky those early mists are when they start to roll up before the wind. We had hardly got going when the whole mass seemed to shift in one great cloud, covering the fleeing troops and incidentally Feisul, but leaving us 1n our two autos high and dry, as it were, in full view of the French. And they were advancing by that time. I couldn’t see more than a division of them that we would have to reckon with— nearly all Algerians—and they looked dead- weary. I guess they had forced the pace in advance of the main body in order to take advantage of the treason of Feisul’s officers. They came slouching forward with their rifles at the trail and a screen of skirmishers thrown out a quarter of a mile or so ahead. There were cavalry and guns far off on their right, evidently trying to work around to the flank of the fleeing army, but those were much too far away to treuble us and were going in the wrong direction. Rolling banks of mist shut off the farther view to westward and there was no guess- ing where the main Freneh force might be, and for all I know it hadn’t started from the coast yet. teh FORTUNE came to our rescue 4@ esq with one riderless horse, a splendid ~ Arab gelding tied by the bridle to the wheel of a water-cart and left behind in the stampede. Jeremy appropriated it, riding Arab fashion with short stirrups, and I wouldn’t have blamed Feisul’s own brother for falsely identifying him at ten yards. He was born mischievous and he caricatured Feisul on horseback as if he were acting for the movies. I guess the French officers had good glasses with them, for Jeremy had hardly mounted when -the advancing Algerians opened a hot fire on us. The whole division Ghia Conn SS (C@