Monsieur Constans is on the way to the Kasbah.

Now we can turn our heads in the direction of the mines of Metidja." "It is well.

Follow me, monsieur," says the courier, gravely.
"We may need this," holding up the lantern.
"It would be dangerous to carry it, for the eyes of Bab Azoun's men are like owls'.

Besides, monsieur, we do not need it.

Another lantern will give us all the light Allah desires." As he speaks he points toward the east, where, just peeping above the hill-top, is a golden rim like a monster eye that is about to be fastened upon the earth below.
"The moon; that is a blessing.