The missionary's voice seemed then to me the call of duty, yet every instinct in my blood was fierce against it.
'Your Honour will do what he pleases,' said my servant mournfully.
'The Lord preserve thee ever!' sighed Suleyman.

'Thou art the leader of the party.

Give command.' A streak of light grew on the far horizon, enabling us to see the outlines of the rugged landscape.

A half-awakened wild-bird cried among the rocks below us.

And suddenly my mind grew clear.