Some one had said that the Colonel should go because he was the oldest, and the Colonel was a very angry man.
"One would think I was an octogenarian," he cried.

"These remarks are quite uncalled for." "Well, then," said Belmont, "let us all refuse to go." "But this is not very wise," cried the Frenchman.

"See, my friends! Here are the ladies being carried off alone.

Surely it would be far better that one of us should be with them to advise them." They looked at one another in perplexity.

What Fardet said was obviously true, but how could one of them desert his comrades?
The Emir himself suggested the solution.
"The chief says," said Mansoor, "that if you cannot settle who is to go, you had better leave it to Allah and draw lots." "I don't think we can do better," said the Colonel, and his three companions nodded their assent.
It was the Moolah who approached them with four splinters of palm-bark protruding from between his fingers.
"He says that he who draws the longest has the camel," said Mansoor.
"We must agree to abide absolutely by this," said Cochrane, and again his companions nodded.
The Dervishes had formed a semicircle in front of them, with a fringe of the oscillating heads of the camels.