"There's one other thing," said the consul. "I've been told a Miss
Gloria Vanderrnan is on her way to the mission at Marash--"

"Gee whiz!" said Will.

The consul nodded. "She's pretty, if that's what you mean. It was
very unwise to let her go, escorted only by Armenians. Of course,
she may get through without as much as suspecting trouble's brewing,
but--well--I wish you'd look out for her."

"Chicken, eh?"

Will stuck both hands deep in his trousers pockets and tilted his
chair backward to the point of perfect poise.

"Cuckoo, you ass!" laughed Fred, kicking the chair over backward,
and then piling all the veranda furniture on top, to the scandalized
amazement of the stately kavass, who came at that moment shepherding
a small boy with a large tray and perfectly enormous drinks.




Chapter Three
"Sahib, there is always--work for real soldiers!"


WHERE TWO OR THREE

Oh, all the world is sick with hate,