"Are you sure of him?"
"I am sure."
"Very well. Talk to him then. Come back to me afterward, and I'll give you all instructions."
The name of the Agha and the name of the place where he lived were ringing through Max's head. Ben Râana—Djazerta!
The father of the girl Manöel Valdez loved and must save was the Agha of Djazerta. Now Valdez need not desert!
CHAPTER XVIII
GONE
There was keen curiosity and even jealousy concerning the errand which suddenly separated Corporal St. George and his chum Juan Garcia from the march of the Legion. None of their late comrades knew why they had gone or where, unless it were Four Eyes, who swaggered about looking secretively wise.
"I told St. George," said he to such young men of the Tenth as were admitted to the honour of speech with the ex-champion, "I told St. George to fire first at an Arab's face if he got any fighting. That's the way! The Arab ain't prepared, and he's scared blue for fear of his head bein' busted off his body. If that happens only his head goes to Paradise and can't have any fun. Nobody but old Legionnaires who've seen a lot of service have got that tip."