On the thick round table they had dragged over to the hotel room window, Mr. Teague untied the leather laces that bound his portfolio together. Even though he carefully opened the large album, newspaper clippings slid out across the table, one fluttering to the floor in the slight breeze coming through the open window. Headlines such as: Mustang Miracle Wins Desert Race, Hidalgo and Hopkins Cross Ocean of Fire, Mustang Beats Out Stallion in World's Toughest Endurance Race littered the table to Frank's amazement. Mr. Teague enjoyed the look of wonderment on Frank's face for the brief moment it lasted. Frank bent down to pick up the clipping that had fallen to the floor. His blue eyes caught a few words on the small square of paper.

Sheik . . .URGENT. . .friendship. . .bloodline Al-Hattal. . .Quickly. . .Blue C

The blue eyes focused on the last line as he stood up slowly. Frank stood facing the window as he read the entire message.

"Sheik Riyadh seeks out Frank Hopkins as a URGENT matter of friendship. To claim your right into the Muniqiyah bloodline of Al-Hattal, come quickly Blue C."

Frank was suddenly anxious and his mind raced considering the message and it's double meaning. Mr. Teague wondering what had captured Frank's interest asked politely,

"What did you find there?"

Frank simply handed him the clipping giving him time to think. The message had been made to look as if it were from the Sheik, but the last line proved to him, it had really come from Jazira. He chewed on his bottom lip in concern. The advertisement was a cleverly hidden message for help, and from a woman who never asked for help, unless. . . Mr. Teague's words pulled Frank out of his thoughts,

"Ah, yes, this was one of the last advertisements sent out by the Sheik."

Frank turned around to see Mr. Teague reading the clipping once more as if to discover what he had found so interesting. Mr. Teague looked up with a questioning look at Frank who filled the silence by saying,

"I never claimed my rights into the bloodline."

It was evident that Mr. Teague didn't entirely believe that and he looked back down at the clipping finally giving up saying, "This is one of the advertisements with the printer's error."

It was Frank's turn to look puzzled as he asked, "The what?"

"Printer's error, see." Mr. Teague pointed to the reference of Blue C. Frank pretended to look at it once more as he gave a lightning quick half smile. It had become hard for him to concentrate, Jazira was in trouble, something was very wrong and he was so far away.

Mr. Teague stated, "Well, that's one of the ads from the Sheik I was telling you about. They were in the newspapers over a year ago. But the more recent ads came from someone a little closer to home."

Mr. Teague filtered through the clippings and pulled out another small square saying, "This one I saw in the newspapers six months ago. I've never had a chance to meet the woman, but I've heard much about her." And he handed the advertisement to Frank.

"Anyone with information on the whereabouts of Frank Hopkins please send post to: Lady Anne Davenport/ Cambridge Square/ London England. Frank Hopkins attendance required to claim any past, present, or future claim of rights to bloodline of Al-Hattal."

Mr. Teague felt the guilty pleasure of being entertained by Frank's distress. A hard look came over his features as he asked no one in particular,

"How did she get Al-Hattal?"

The clear blue eyes were now clouded and disturbed. Mr. Teague said smoothly, "There's one way to find out."

Frank threw a dark glance in Mr. Teague's direction and said heavily, sharply, "A trip to England?"

Mr. Teague said silkily, "She's saved you a trip to Arabia it seems."

Frank took in a quick breath before asking roughly, "What's the date on that first ad?"

Mr. Teague retrieved it and answered, "November 1892."

"And the last one?"

"January 1893." Then Mr. Teague encouraged, "I hear that Al-Hattal is the world's perfect stallion. It would be a prize to have a colt from that sire."

Frank picked up his hat and made ready to leave saying, "He is that."

A worried look came into Mr. Teague's eyes as Frank added, "Thanks for saving the advertisements, and letting me see them for myself." Frank nodded and stepped in front of and by Mr. Teague who sputtered,

"Well. ..why. . .where. . .are you going? What are you going to do?"

Frank gripped the doorknob and put his hat on with one hand saying in his easy way, "I guess I'll be going to England. Thanks again, partner."

Once Frank disappeared out of the door Mr. Teague walked over to the window overlooking the street. He would wait until Frank had cleared out of sight before he went to the telegraph office to send a wire telling his New York office to post Lady Davenport that he had found Frank Hopkins who was about to pay her a visit. Now she could send him the rest of that reward money she had promised in advertisements he had not shown the cowboy. As Mr. Teague saw Frank exit the hotel's front door he said with a sly grin,

"No, thank you Mr. Hopkins."