Yes, he's going on this expedition; and he'll have the money, too." There was a strange, abstracted look in his face, as though he saw something which held him fascinated.
Presently, as if with an effort, he rose to his feet, took the red fez from his head, and fanned himself with it for a moment.

"Don't you forget it, pasha; the Saadat will win.

He can't be beaten, not in a thousand years.

Here he comes." Nahoum got to his feet, as David came quickly through the small gateway of the court-yard, his head erect, his lips smiling, his eyes sweeping the place.

He came forward briskly to them.