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." "On my head, you are safe, O Giver of alms!" interrupted Babalatchi.
Abdulla looked from one to the other, and the faintest flicker of a passing smile disturbed for a moment his grave composure.

He turned to Babalatchi, and said with decision-- "Let us go." "This way, O Uplifter of our hearts!" rattled on Babalatchi, with fussy deference.

"Only a very few paces and you shall behold Omar the brave, and a white man of great strength and cunning.

This way." He made a sign for Lakamba to remain behind, and with respectful touches on the elbow steered Abdulla towards the gate at the upper end of the court-yard.