11: The Djinnee of El Sheyb
Oriental Stories Spring 1932
1: The Turquoise Ring
JACK DEANE adjusted his field-glasses and looked down the gloomy gorge of El Fumm. It was a desolate, haunted place. Towering granite walls shut out the sky.
"Good Lord!" He stared into the depths below at a red-brown burnoose caught among the rocks. "It's a man—dead, or badly stunned."
With the eye of an expert climber, he examined the narrow ledge winding across the cliff-face, then cautiously lowered himself into the chasm, creeping by slow zigzag degrees to the fallen man.
"Ugly-looking customer! Desert thief! I'll bet he lost that eye putting up a good fight." A trickle of blood oozed from beneath the Arab's chechia; he hung limply across the rock, his face gray, his mouth open. Jack pulled out his fl
