We will start at once,' I told Rashid.

'Before the missionary is afoot--towards the East.' For a moment he sat motionless, unable to believe his ears.

Then suddenly he swooped and kissed my hand, exclaiming: 'Praise be to Allah!' 'Praise be to Allah!' echoed Suleyman, with vast relief.

'The tiger in thee has not triumphed.

We shall still know joy.' 'I resign myself to be the pigeon of the mosque,' I answered, laughing happily.
Five minutes later we were riding towards the dawn, beginning to grow red behind the heights of Moab..