The fire was dying, now, burned out by the fierce blast of the storm and blown away to sea in long spindrifts of spark and vapor, white as the sand-drive itself.

By the fading light little could now be seen of the Great Pearl Star.

The Master replaced it in its leather bag, knotted the cord securely about the mouth of the receptacle, and pocketed it.
A rattle of pebbles down the side of the wady, and a grunting call, told them Rrisa had returned.

Dimly they saw him dragging the old Sheik over the lip of the gully, down into its half-protection.

He brought the unconscious man to them, and--though bowed by the frenzy of the storm--managed a salute.
"Here, Master, I have saved him from the _jinnee_ of the desert," Rrisa pantingly announced.