"I have never seen or heard of him since.

As for me, they reserved me for some festivities at Makam Jibrail.

During the next night, a column of Spanish troops from Rio de Oro rushed their camp, killed sixty or seventy of the brown demons, and rescued me.

Since then I have lusted revenge on the Beni Harb!" "No wonder," put in the chief, once more looking at the beach, where now the war-party was plainly visible to the naked eye in some detail.
The waving of their arms could be distinguished; and plainly glittered the blood-crimson sunset light on rifle-barrels, swords, and javelins.
The Master loosened his revolver in its holster.

"About twenty minutes from now, at this rate," he added, "some of the Beni Harb will have reason to remember you." "Yes, and may Jehannum take them all!" exclaimed the Frenchman, passionately.