At the first sign of pursuit they promise to kill the elephant." "And by the beard of the prophet," cried Bala Khan, his face purpling with passion, "these men of the desert keep their promises.

And so do I.

I promise later to nail each one of them to the walls to die hanging to nails!" "But just now," said Ramabai quietly, "the main thing is to rescue the elephant, and I have a plan." "Let me hear it." "From what you told me last night," went on Ramabai, "those nomads or brigands are opium fiends." Bala Khan nodded.
"Bruce Sahib, here, and I will undertake to carry them doctored opium.
I know something about the drug.

I believe that we saw the thieves last evening as we came through the streets.

My plan is this: we will take five racing camels, go north and turn, making the well from the west.