? ? ? ? The muffled report could not have been heard above the sound of his cough by one directly outside the tent. Werper was satisfied. A grim smile touched his lips as he withdrew the weapon from the rugs and placed it carefully in the right hand of the dead man, fixing three of the fingers around the grip and the index finger inside the trigger guard.
? ? ? ? A moment longer he tarried to rearrange the disordered rugs, and then he left as he had entered, fastening down the rear wall of the tent as it had been before he had raised it.
? ? ? ? Going to the tent of the prisoner he removed there also the evidence that someone might have come or gone beneath the rear wall. Then he returned to his own tent, entered, fastened down the canvas, and crawled into his blankets.
? ? ? ? The following morning he was awakened by the excited voice of Mohammed Beyd's slave calling to him at the entrance of his tent.
? ? ? ? "Quick! Quick!" cried the black in a frightened tone. "Come! Mohammed Beyd is dead in his tent--dead by his own hand.
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