“Fool! fool!” he groaned. “I am to blame for it all!”
CHAPTER XIV—DICK DISOBEYS
Late that day, as the grateful shadows of approaching night were settling over Damascus, Ras al Had came quietly to the hotel, and was highly satisfied to find Dick Merriwell there. He drew the boy aside, saying he wished to speak with him in private.
“I have found one of the dogs who betrayed me,” said the old sheik. “Would you behold him? Would you hear what he has to say?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Do you trust me now?”
“Of course I do!”
“Do you trust me completely?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell your friends not to worry about you, even though you leave them and do not return with the passing of another day. If you ask questions now I shall know you do not trust me, even though you say so.”