No man of the _Nasara_ may go there--and live." [Footnote 1: _Akhawat_ signifies in Arabic the tie of sworn brotherhood between an Arab and one of different blood.] "Thou meanest that if we go to Mecca and they capture us, they will kill us all ?" "Yea, Master.

And I too shall die, for being with you, though I count that as less than nothing." The Master kept a moment's silence, pondering; while, without, the voices of empty heaven whistled by, from strut and wire, brace and stay.

The wild mystery of that outer night, excluded by the close-drawn curtains, contrasted strongly with the light and the warm comfort of the cabin with its snug berth, its aluminum furniture, its shining walls where were affixed charts and maps, rules, photographs.
Under the clear, white light, Rrisa anxiously studied his master's face.

Great anxiety had begun to make itself manifest in the Arab's voice and in his eyes.

Another troubled look came, too, as he glanced at the chronometer.
It struck, sharply.