You have had them," said he to Colonel Cochrane.
"And perhaps it is enough," the soldier answered.

"Here are the Emirs." The camel-man, whose approach they had heard from afar, had made for the two Arab chiefs, and had delivered a brief report to them, stabbing with his forefinger in the direction from which he had come.

There was a rapid exchange of words between the Emirs, and then they strode forward together to the group around the prisoners.

Bigots and barbarians, they were none the less two most majestic men, as they advanced through the twilight of the palm grove.

The fierce old greybeard raised his hand and spoke swiftly in short, abrupt sentences, and his savage followers yelped to him like hounds to a huntsman.