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Updated: June 28, 2025
"But I have a letter from one of the slaves to his uncle, a rich merchant in Swearah. The uncle will pay the money." "The slave has lied to you. He has no uncle there, and I can soon convince you that such is the case. There is now staying in this village a Mogador Jew, who is acquainted with every infidel merchant in the city, and he also understands the languages they speak.
When we entered Mogador, and reached the consul's house, the dogs told me that they were free; and defied me to take them out of the city. I could not get a piastre for my trouble and expense. The governor of Swearah and the Emperor of Morocco are on good terms with the infidels' Government; and they also hate us Arabs of the desert. There is no justice in Mogador for such as we.
Let all witness the death of a slave, who has falsely declared he has an uncle in Swearah, named `For-God's-sake-bias'. Let all witness the revenge Bo Muzem will take on the unbelieving dog who has deceived him."
You will get plenty of money for us in Swearah;" and that the reply of the sheik was, "The white slaves are dogs, and not worth buying." "Then we have no hope from that source!" exclaimed Terence. The Krooman shook his head; not despondently, but as if he did not agree in the opinion Terence had expressed. "What! do you think there is any hope?" asked Harry. The man gave a nod of assent. "How?
They were Terence and Jim! A fine-looking man, about fifty years of age, now stepped forward; and taking Harry and Colin by the hand, congratulated them on the certainty of soon recovering their liberty. The presence of Terence and Jim in the Consulate at Mogador was soon explained. The Arab grazier, after buying them, had started immediately for Swearah taking the two along with him.
By the aid of the Krooman, one of the merchants informed Harry that he had deceived them, that the sheik, of whose hospitality they had been partaking, had often visited Swearah, and was acquainted with all the foreign residents there. He had told them that there was no one of the name of "For God's sake bias."
He had assured them that they were being imposed upon; and that by taking the white slaves to Swearah they would certainly lose them. "We will not kill you," said one of their masters to Harry, "for we have not had the trouble of carrying you the whole distance; and besides, we should be doing an injury to ourselves.
The other two for a few minutes held consultation apart; and then one of them announced that they had resolved upon following El Haji's advice. Bo Muzem might go to Swearah as the bearer of a letter from Harry to his uncle.
As soon as Bo Muzem's tongue was stopped sufficiently to enable him to hear the voices of those around him, he was informed that the white slaves were all sold, the nephew of "For-God's-sake-bias" among the rest, and on better terms than he and his partners had expected to get at Swearah.
On the old sheik being asked when he intended taking his slaves on to Swearah, he answered "Our barley is now ripe; and we must not leave it to spoil. You must help us in the harvest; and that will enable us to go to Swearah all the sooner." "Do you really intend to take your slaves to Swearah?" asked the Krooman. "Certainly!" replied the sheik. "Have we not promised?
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