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Updated: May 10, 2025
"And look, the flames are reflected on the clouds. I do believe it's going to rain, if such a thing can happen here! I hope it won't spoil the poor darlings' celebration. Why, they seem to have something big and black hanging over the fire. What can it be? Oh, it looks awful!" "It is not awful, mees," Yusef, standing near, good naturedly reassured her. "It very naice.
Yusef almost instantly joined him; but what were the feelings of the Syrian when in the pale, wasted features of the sufferer before him he recognized those of Sadi, his deadly, merciless foe! "Let me hold the skin-bottle, Sheik!" exclaimed Yusef; "let the draught of cold water be from my hand." The Syrian remembered the command, "If thine enemy thirst, give him drink."
His back was turned, and he was giving orders to a number of men who stood near him, for she could hear their several voices; and shortly afterwards half-a-dozen small bands of men rode quickly away in different directions. For a few moments he stood talking to Yusef and then came in.
But the day after they reached Berber, that town surrendered to the Mahdists. Abou Fatma, the messenger who carried them, hid them in the wall of the house of an Arab called Yusef, who sold rock-salt in the market-place. Abou was then thrown into prison on suspicion, and escaped to Suakin. The letters remained hidden in that wall until Feversham recovered them.
Then Mahommed Selim fell upon the breast of Yusef and embraced him. Doing so he whispered in his ear: "In the name of Allah, tell Soada I died fighting the Dervishes!" "So be it, in God's name!" said Yusef. "A safe journey to you, brother of giants."
He had approved of what the Sheik had done, would have done it himself if he had been able. They were all alike. "The man who was hurt first," she asked abruptly, with a touch of her old hauteur in her voice, "is he dead?" "Oh no, Madame. He has concussion but he will be all right. They have hard heads, these Arabs." "And Yusef?" Gaston grinned. "Le petit Sheik has a broken collar-bone.
He saw her also, but he kept his head turned away, taking a cigarette from young Yusef, the drunken ghaffir, as they passed on. Unlike the manner of her people, Soada turned and went back into her house, and threw herself upon the mud floor, and put the folds of her garment in her mouth lest she should cry out in her agony.
Yusef very soon perceived that the Bedouin's case was not hopeless, that God's blessing on the hakeem's skill might in a few days effect a wonderful change. He offered to try what his art and medicines could do. The Sheik caught at the last hope held out to him of preserving the life of his son.
Even Yusef came and asked me on his knees to relent, and last of all, Betuni the rascal had lost a feed-bag in their house and had been loudest in his denunciations that morning besought the Howajji to have mercy on the fellow." But not he! The punishment was "suspended," at the fifteenth blow to hear the confession.
As she staggered, stumbled, through the village, Yusef, the drunken ghaffir, saw her. He did not dare speak to her, for had he not killed her father, and had he not bought himself free of punishment from the Mudir? So he ran to old Fatima and knocked upon her door with his naboot, crying: "In the name of Allah get thee to the hut of Wassef the camel-driver!"
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