Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !

Updated: June 1, 2025


The Arab had been asleep, but his hand ran to his knife by instinct too late, for Wyndham's fingers were at his throat, and he had neither time nor chance to cry Allah! before the breath left him. Wyndham crept on. The sound of the sakkia was in his ears the long, creaking, crying song, filling the night.

The gagged fellah had managed to free his mouth, and though his feet were bound also and he could not loose them, he gave a loud call for help. From dying fires here and there Arab sentries sprang to their feet with rifles and lances. Wyndham's work was done. He leapt from the sakkia, and ran towards the house.

The question is, who is going to steal out to the sakkia to- night, to shut the one sluice and open the other?" No one replied. No one understood quite what Wyndham meant. Shutting one sluice and opening the other did not seem to meet the situation. There was the danger of getting to the sakkia, but there was also an after.

Wyndham hesitated an instant, then, as the first trickle of water entered the garden of the house where his Gippies and the friendlies were, his voice rose in the Song of the Sakkia: "Turn, O Sakkia, turn to the right, and turn to the left: Who will take care of me, if my father dies? Who will give me water to drink, and the cucumber vine at my door Turn, O Sakkia!"

Word Of The Day

pancrazia

Others Looking