"Before that, an Arab dies by his own hand!" He spoke in Arabic, with a peculiar inflection.
Their eyes met a second by the light of the gusting fire.
"Right or wrong, _M'alme_!" repeated the Arab.

Then he added: "Shall I not now go to drag in the swine-brother Abd el Rahman ?" "Thou sayst, if he be left there--" "Yes, Master, he will surely die.

All who are not sheltered, now, will die.

All who lie there on the dune, will be drifted under, will breathe sand, will perish." "It is well, Rrisa.

Go, drag in the swine-brother.