.. ■ THE SEA-HAWK Fir'ory«u°^a7 pirtnr». Part Two By Rafael Sabalini. v---/ {Continued From Yesterday.) “Here Is & noble twain," the dalal announced, "strong ot muscle and long of limb, as all may see, whom It were a shameful thing to separate. Who needs such a pair for strong , labor let him say what he will give.” He set out on a slow circuit of th» well, the corsairs urging the two slaves to follow him that all buyers might see and Inspect, them. In the foremost ranks of the crowd near the gate stood All, sent thither by Othmani to purchase a score of stout fellows required to make up the contingent of the galeasse of Sakr el-Bahr. He had been strictly en joined to buy naught hut the stoutest stuff the market could afford—with one exception, Aboard that galeasse they wanted no weaklings who would trouble the boatswain with their swoonings. All announced his busi ness forthwith. “I need such tall fellows for the oars of Sakr-el-Bahr," said he with loud Importance, thus drawing upon himself the eyes of the assembly, and sunning himself in the sdmiring looks bestowed upon one of the officers of Oliyer-Rels, one of the rovers who were the pride of Jslam and a sword edge to the infidel. "They were horn to toil nohly st the oar, O All-Reis," replied the dalal in all solemnity. "What wilt thou give for them?" "Two hundred philips for the twain." The dalal paced solemnly on, the slaves following in his wake. "Two hundred philips am I offered for a pair of lustiest slaves that by the favor of Allah were ever brought into this mrrket. Who will say fifty philips more?” A portly Moor in a flowing blue selham rose from his seat on the step of the well as the dalal came abreast ot' him, and the slaves scenting here a buyer, and preferring any service to that of the galleys with which they were threatened, came each in tnrn to kiss his hand and fawn upon him, for all the world like dogs. Calm and dignified he ran his hands over them feeling their muscles, and then forced bark their lips and exam ined their teeth and mouths. "Two hundred and twenty for the twain," he said, and the dalal passed on with his wares, announcing the lsereased prire he had been offered. Thus he completed the circuit and came to stand once more before Ali. "Two hundred and twenty Is now the price, O Alii By the Koran, they are worth three hundred at the least. Wilt say three hundred0" “Two hundred and thirty," was the answer. Back to the Moor went ths dalal. •‘Two hundred and thirty 1 am now offered. O Hamet. Thou wilt give an other twenty V” "Not X, by Allah!" said Hamet, and resumed Xus seat. “l,et him have them.” "Another ten phillpa?" pleaded the dalal. “Not another asper.”* "They are thine, then, O All, for two hundred and thirty. Giva thanks to Allah for so good a bargain.” The Nubians were surrendered to All's followers, whilst the dalal's two assistants advanced to settle accounts with the corsair. “Wait, wait," said he, “Is not the name of Sakr-el-Bahr good warranty?" •The Inviolable law la that the pur chase money be paid ere a slave leaves the market, O valiant All." "It shall be observed,” was the Im patient answer, "and I will so pay before they leave. But I want other* yet. and we will make one account 4JTI.1 ir please thee. That fellow yon der now. I have orders to buy him for my captain." And he indicated Lionel, who stood at Rosamund's side, the very Incarnation of woefulness and debility. Contemptuous surprise flickered an instant in the eyes of the dalal. But this- he made hasto to dissemble. "Rising forth that yellow-haired Infi del," he commanded. The corsairs laid hands on Lionel. He made a vain attempt to struggle, but it was observed that the woman leaned over to him and said some thing quickly, whereupon his strug gles ceased and he suffered himself to be dragged limply forth into the full view of all the market. "Dost want him for the oar, Ali? cried Ayoub-el-Samin across the quad rangle, a jest this that evoked a gen eral laugh. . , , "Whitt else?" quoth Ali. "He should be cheap at least." “Cheap?" quoth the dalal In an affectation of surprise. "Nay, now. ‘T is a comely fellow and a young one. YVhat wilt thou give, now? a hundred philips?” "A hundred philips!" cried Ali deri sively. “A hundred philips for that skinful of bones! Ma'sh'-Allah! Five philips Is my price, O dalal." Again laughter crackled through the mob. But the dalal stiffened ■with increasing dignity. Some of that laughter seemed to touch himself, and he was not a person to be made the butt of mirth. “’T Is a jest, my master, said he. with a forgiving yet contemptuous wave. "Behold how sound he Is." He signed to one of the corsairs, and Lionel's doublet- was slit from neck to girdle and wrenched away from his body, leaving him naked to the waist, and displaying better proportions than might have been expected. In a passion st that indignity Lionel Writhed In the grip of his guards, until one of the corsairs struck him a light blow with a whip In earnest of what to expect If he continued to be troublesome. "Consider him now, said the dalal, pointing to that white torso. “And behold how sound he Is. Bee how excellent are his teeth. ' He seized Lionel'# head and forced tha jaws apart. "Ay," said Ali, "but consider me those lean shanks and that womans ar“1;T Is a fault the car will mend," the dalal Insisted. •You filthy blackamoors burst from I.lonel in a eob of rage. ■ He Is muttering curses In his inn del tongue." said All. "His temper Is none too good, you see. I have said five philips. I’ll ssy no more. With a shrug the dalal begun bis circuit ot the well, tha corsairs thrust ing I.lonel ftfter him. Here one roes to handle him, there another, but none seemed disposed to purchase. ■ Five philips Is the foolish price offered me for this fine young Frank, cried the dalal. "Wilt no true believer pay ten for such a slave? Wilt not thou, O Ayoub? Thou, Hamet ten philips?” Hut one after another those to •whom he was offered shook their heads. The haggardness of Lionel# face was too unprepossessing. They had seen slaves with that look before, and experience told them that no good was ever to be done with such fellows. Moreover, though shapely, his muscles were too Blight, his flesh looked too soft and tender. Of what use a slave who must be hardened nnd nourished Into strength, and who might very well die in the l’™***7 even at five philips he would be hear. So the disgusted dalal came l;ftrk to All. .... "Ho la thine, then, for five philips Allah pardon thy avarice." And then, before All could another of the slaves he desired to nequlre, ft tall, elderly Jew, dressed n black doublet and hose like a Castll 1 lan gentleman, with a ruffle at bis I f neck, a plumed bonnet on hi* gray looks, and a serviceable dagger hang ing from his girdle of hammered gold, had claimed the attention of the dalal. In the pen that held the captives of the lesser raids conducted by Ris kalne sat an Andalusian girl of per haps twenty years, of a beauty entire ly Spanish. Her fare was of the warm pallor of ivory, her massed hair of an ebony black, her eyebrows were finely penciled, and her eyes of deepest arid softest brown. She was dressed in the becoming garb of the Castilian peasant, the folded ker chief of red and yellow above her bodice leaving bare the glories of her neck. She was very pale and her eyes were wild in their look, but this detracted nothing from her beauty. She had attracted the Jew's notice, and it Is not impossible that there may have stirred in him a desire to avenge upon her some of the cruel wrongs, some of the raekings, burning, con fiscations, and banishment suffered by the men of hts race at the hands of the men of hers. He may have bethought him of invaded ghettos, of Jewish maidens ravished and Jewish children butchered in the name of the Cod those Spanish Christians wor shipped, for there was something al most of contemptuous fierceness in his dark eyes and in the hand he flung out to indicate her. "Yonder is a Castilian wench for whom I will give fifty philips, O Jala!,’’ he announced. The dalal made a sign, whereupon the corsairs dragged her struggling forth. "So much loveliness may not be bought for fifty philips. O Ibrahim." said he. "Yusuf here will pay sixty at least." And he stood expectantly before a resplendent Moor. The Moor, however, shook his head. "Allah knows I have three wives who would destroy her loveliness within the hour, and so leave me the loser." The dalal moved on, the girl follow ing him. but contesting every step of the way with those who Impelled her forward, and reviling them too In hot Castilian. She drove her nails into the arms of one and spat fiercely Into the face of another of her'cot-, sair guards. Rosamund's weary eyes quickened to horror as she watched her—a horror prompted as much by the fate awaiting that poor child as by the undignified .fury of the futile battle she waged against it. But It happened that her behavior impressed A Levantine Turk quite differently. He rose, a short squat figure, from his seat on the steps of the well. "Sixty philips will I pay for (he Joy of taming that wild rat." said he. But Ibrahim was not to be outbid den. He offered seventy, the Turk countered with a hid of eight, and lb rahim again raised the price to ninety, and there fell a pause. (To bo Continued Tomorrow.) - ■ n.i - ' — 11 " * \ New York -•Day by Day V -c By O. O. M'INTYRE. New York, May 1*.—Thought* while •trolling around New York: High noon In the West Forties. Colorful crowds. Pompous. Swagger and bla tant. Flushed youth. Middle-aged dreamers. Gold and aex. And a blind beggar taps his uncertain way. The movie agencies along Forty fifth street. All Jammed. Hoping and hoping for studios to open. Hun dreds of Main Street girls facing atarvatlon or surrender. What a world! Toto. the clown. The wist ful expression of one who has pawned his dreams. Why are all clowns so sad looking? The Algonquin Intellectuals. Think Ing up wise-cracks. The satirical columnist of a gossip weekly. Wears a black flowing tie and Is usually well owled. A gray-haired woman with bobbed hair and a flapper ’tarn. Be your age, dearie, he your age' Swift walkers. Swift eaters. And swift sleepers. And dreamers walking to the stars. Broadway again. Al ways alluring. The highway of sham and the true mother of Main street. Nothing stands still. Kverythlng is quick or dead. Tantara and fanfaron ade. The clatter of Child's and the hub bub of the Astor's hunting grill, where the movie magnates lunch. A policeman walking unsteadily. Benny Leonard. Suave air and vasellned hair. Wide wing ••ollars and freshly laundered spats. A pink knobbed cane. The Jaunty subway kiosks of Times Square. Leajlrvg to mysterious tun nels, labyrinthine aisles and stately marble corridors. A rush through blackness—swift and eerie. And all for a nickel. No wonder such a city grips you and holds you eternally In its spell. Abe Krlanger. Resembles a shrewd pudgy gnome. Buck and tvlng danc ers doing a little practicing. Kffl ciency schools. There are too many go getters and not enough loafers. I'll head any movement for more play and less work. A theatrical producer rebukes those who inscribe "Personal'' on en velopes addressed to him. His letter heads bear this warning: "To insure prompt, attention do not mark letters 'Personal.' " T ran understand his feelings. I always shy at envelopes maiimd "Important." The writers usually want something. Haura Jean Libbey resides In a quiet street in Brooklyn and is still an occasional contributor to maga zines. ’She is past SO, but retains a youthful spriRhtllness. Miss Libbey has written more than 100 novels dealing with love and passion. Down in the Chelsea district there Is a restaurant that is hidden to the casual eve among embattlements of huge, ugly factory buildings. It is the rendezvous of safe blowers. A wizened dwarf admits only those known to be right. The proprietor is a one-eyed man with a scarred fore head who has spent many years in prison. It is the roughest looking crew in New York that gathers about the bare table tops. The police know about It. but it remains unmolested unless a call has been sent out tor some one of its habitues. The hill of fare consists solely of Irish stew and roffee. A negro in Harlem who had been refused admission to an apartment house tenanted by whites bought the building for $100,000 and moved !h. This follows another story that has teen current in New York for many months. It concerns the alleged in fatuation of a millionaire, now in a sanitarium, for the star of a "high yaller” midnight supper club revue. When she was unable to rent an apartment in a Park avenue apart ment house, it is said the millionaire bought the building for her. 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