That face was looking at him with wide-open eyes.
The eyes saw nothing; but a kind of overwhelming astonishment still seemed mirrored there, caught in the last moment of consciousness as the man had fallen.
The effect was startling, of that sleeping face, those open eyes, that lax mouth.

The man was breathing easily, peacefully as a tired child.
The Master's brows contracted a little.

His lips tightened.

Then he nodded, and smiled the ghost of a smile.
"Lord!" exclaimed Bohannan, half awed by the weirdness of the apparition.

"Staring at us, that way--and all! Is he asleep ?" "Try him in any way your ingenuity may suggest," answered the Master, while Alden blinked strangely through his eyeholes, and Rrisa in Arabic affirmed that there is no God but Allah.