But Captain Barclay need not have troubled himself with making plans for the future of the youthful Sultan of El-Ammeh, for that night the boy escaped, and his future was left in his own hands.
CHAPTER VI
After some two years out in Gambia, George Barclay returned to England. He returned with a scar across his right cheek.
That scar was the first thing his little daughter remarked upon when the excitement of reunion had died down.
Perched on his knee, she touched it with gentle little fingers and kissed it with soft lips.
"Who has hurt my nice new Daddy?" she asked distressfully.
Then there followed the story of the youthful Sultan Casim Ammeh.
"Oh, what a wicked boy!" she exclaimed.
Then she glanced across at her godfather who was sitting near.