We have been comrades for twenty years--in tent, in battle, in all stages of the desert we have been comrades.

I will show him to you." Going to the division curtain, he held it, while Ben-Hur passed under.

The horses came to him in a body.

One with a small head, luminous eyes, neck like the segment of a bended bow, and mighty chest, curtained thickly by a profusion of mane soft and wavy as a damsel's locks, nickered low and gladly at sight of him.
"Good horse," said the sheik, patting the dark-brown cheek.
"Good horse, good-morning." Turning then to Ben-Hur, he added, "This is Sirius, father of the four here.

Mira, the mother, awaits our return, being too precious to be hazarded in a region where there is a stronger hand than mine.