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Updated: June 11, 2025
However, repulsive as the outlook most assuredly is, I have no alternative but to cast my lot among them till morning. I am conducted into the Sheikh's apartment, a small room partitioned off with a pole from a stable-full of horses and buffaloes, and where darkness is made visible by the sickly glimmer of a grease lamp.
At that moment a camel was seen passing the window. One of the Sheikh's men was leading it, and directly after Frank uttered a cry of joy, and, followed by the professor, ran to the door, just in time to encounter Ibrahim, who hurried in, looking haggard and bent. The next minute he was shaking hands with all, and eagerly took the coffee Sam offered to him.
Several very anxious hours passed away after Jack's departure, and Mr Vernon and I at last began to fear that some accident had occurred to him, or that he had missed the boats, and that we should have to risk another day within the old Sheikh's power.
We engaged a Bedou's camel to keep us supplied, while resting our own. The plain is 2,700 feet above the sea. The sheikh's name is Mohommod-bin-Nasr Nakai; this is the first time we heard this pronunciation of the Prophet's name. He was determined to give us a grand reception.
"Could the young Excellency hold his peace and stand by looking on at such a time?" "Yes," said Frank, in a low, harsh voice: "it is to save my brother's life. I would not speak to save my own." The old Sheikh's face was stern and rugged as ever; not a muscle twitched; but there was a new light in his eyes as they rested upon Frank's, and he uttered a low sigh of satisfaction.
They were supported in the middle by poles, round the top of which was some basketwork, to give them ventilation; the lower edges being fixed to the ground by pegs, and further weighted by stones or sand. The sheikh's tent differed but little from those of his people, being only more spacious, and rather higher.
I simply had to finish it, and I did. It was a rather bigger job than the sheikh's tomb racket, though of course that was on the cards, too. Everything's all right now; but I spent last night in getting the full details of an Arab plot to blow up the house of a rich Copt, who's been of great service to the Government.
I was allotted to the sheikh's wife, who proved a very imperious mistress. Ben had been claimed by a relation of the sheikh, the owner of a camel of the celebrated Bu Saef breed, noted for its speed, which it was his especial duty to tend; while Halliday and Selim became the property of other principal men related to the sheikh.
In a short time, Barca Gana, the sheikh's first general a negro of noble aspect, clothed in a figured silk tobe, mounted on a beautiful Mandara horse made his appearance, and cleared away those who had pressed upon them, when the party moved on slowly towards the city. Arrived at the gates, Boo-Khaloum, with the English and about a dozen of his followers, alone were allowed to enter.
Nay, they indeed would die fighting, but he would either probably perish of want, or be barbarously murdered in cold blood. He still wore his uncle the sheikh's ring on his finger, and carried the silver case containing the parchment in his breast, but since he had thrown in his lot with the Egyptian army, his faith in those talismans had become weakened.
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