The Arab, contrary to all his habits and training, spoke first, without being spoken to.
"Master," said he, timorously, "excuse the speech I offer without waiting.

But I must ask.

This is my hour of night prayer, and I must bow to Mecca.

Whither, from here, lieth The City ?" The Master raised a hand, glanced at a compass set like a wrist-watch, peered a moment at one of the charts, and then nodded toward the door that led into the pilot-house.
Without delay, Rrisa faced that door and prostrated himself.

The ancient cry: "_La Illaha illa Allah! M'hamed rasul Allah!_" was raised there in the cabin of the rushing Eagle of the Sky--surely the strangest place where Moslem prayer was ever offered since first the Prophet's green banner unfurled itself upon the desert air of Araby.
Devoutly Rrisa prayed, then with a "_Bismillah_!" (In the name of Allah!) arose and faced his master.