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Then, when the supper was ended, she said to Abdalla, "Take your tabor, and let us go and divert our master and his son's friend, as we sometimes do when he is alone." They presented themselves at the door with a low bow, and Morgiana was bidden to enter and show Cogia Houssain how well she danced.
This thou wouldst be and do, thou, Abdalla the Egyptian." Dicky had made his great throw; and he sat back, perhaps a little paler than was his wont, but apparently serene and earnest and steady. The effect upon Abdalla could only be judged by his eyes, which burned like fire as they fixed upon Dicky's face. The suspense was painful, for he did not speak for a long time.
Cries of "Kill-kill the infidels!" resounded on all sides; but Dicky called up again to Abdalla. "Stop this nonsense, effendi." Then, without awaiting an answer, he shouted to the crowd: "I am Donovan Pasha. Touch me, and you touch Ismail. I haven't come to spy, but to sorrow with you for Noor-ala-Noor, whose soul is with God, praise be to God, and may God give her spirit to you!
"It's the toss of a penny where he'll pull up. As I thought ... 'Sh!" he added as Renshaw was about to speak. Abdalla continued.
She wished to see what manner of man it might be, and to this end, when she had finished what she had to do in the kitchen, she helped Abdalla carry up the dishes. Looking at Cogia Houssain, she knew him at first sight, in spite of his disguise, to be the captain of the robbers, and, scanning him very closely, saw that he had a dagger under his garment.
Abdalla, seeing her very uneasy, said, "do not fret and tease yourself, but go into the yard, and take some oil out of one of the jars." Morgiana thanked Abdalla for his advice, took the oil pot, and went into the yard; when, as she came nigh the first jar, the robber within said softly, "Is it time?"
Renshaw could have shrieked with excitement. Dicky lighted a cigarette and tossed a comfit at a pariah dog. At last Abdalla rose. Dicky rose with him. "Thou, too, hast a great soul, or mine eyes are liars," Abdalla said. "Thou lovest Egypt also. This Gordon I am not his friend. I will not go with him. But if thou goest also with Gordon, then I will go with thee.
"I'm going down from this 'holy spot," said Renshaw, and suited the action to the word. "Me too, Yankee," said Dicky, and they came halfway down the tower. From this point they watched the burial, still well above the heads of the vast crowd, through which the sweetmeat and sherbet sellers ran, calling their wares and jangling their brass cups. "What is his name?" said Renshaw. "Abdalla."
"They might toss us out of that minaret," he added, as they both pushed their way into the open. "You take too many risks, effendi," he called up to Abdalla in French, as excited Arabs laid hands upon them, and were shaken off. "Call away these fools!" he added coolly to the motionless figure watching from the pulpit stairs.
I have come to weep for him in whom greatness speaks; I have come for love of Abdalla the Egyptian. . . . Is it a sin to stand apart in silence and to weep unseen? Was it a sin against the Moslem faith that in this minaret I prayed God to comfort Abdalla, grandson of Ebn Mahmoud, Egyptian of the Egyptians?
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