hiring a donkey, for he still felt weak, edgar rode out to the citadel. he found the town gate open, as napoleon, to show his contempt for the population and his perfect confidence that they would not venture to rise again, had ordered everything to go on as usual. paying the donkey-boy when within a short distance of the citadel, he sat down on a block of stone a little way off the road, and waited for the hour when the court-martial was to open.[pg 123] from what he had heard in the square he was afraid that the arab prisoners would all be among those sentenced to death, as the general opinion was that a stern lesson was needed in their case, as they had, with the exception of those dwelling near alexandria, proved themselves bitterly hostile to the french.

"i am afraid that i shall have to lie," he said to himself. "i hate that, and i would not do it for myself, but the lie will hurt no one and may save sidi. anyhow i won't tell more than i can help."

during the two hours that he sat there he made up his mind as to the story that he should tell. as the hour approached, several french officers of rank rode into the citadel. he saw a few people go in on foot, but all were questioned by the sentry at the gate. a few minutes before ten he went up.

"you cannot pass without an order," the sentry said in french.

"i wish to speak to the officer," edgar replied in a mixture of french and italian. "i am a witness. i have to give evidence at the trial of one of the scelerats."

the sentry called a non-commissioned officer, who, after speaking a few words to him; entered the guard-house near the gate, and an officer came out.

"what do you want to come in for?" he asked.

"i have evidence to give, monsieur, for one who is, i believe, among the prisoners. he is, like myself, but a lad; but he saved my life from one of those villains of rioters, and slew him with his own hand, when my employer, signor pancherasi, and two other of his assistants were killed by them. i would urge this in his favour."

"well, it is but fair that you should be heard;" and calling a soldier from the guard-house, he told him to accom[pg 124]pany edgar to the spot where the court-martial was to be held, and to inform the officer in charge of the prisoners that the lad desired to give evidence in regard to one of them.

thanking the officer, edgar went up with the soldier into the great quadrangle. in one corner were a large number of prisoners, guarded by a line of soldiers with fixed bayonets. three or four officers were standing on the steps in front of a large open door. one of them, as edgar passed near, called out to his companion:

"whom have you got there, my man?"

the soldier led edgar up to the group, saluted, and stood at attention.

"he has come to give evidence for one of the prisoners, general."

"it must needs be pretty strong evidence then," the officer said, "considering that they were all taken when fighting against us. well, my lad, who are you?"

"i do not speak french well, monsieur: italian is my language. my name is giovanni baptista. i was in the employ of signor pancherasi, who sold goods of our country in the broad street leading up from the square of el-esbekieh, where your soldiers beat the arabs yesterday."

"i recognize the young fellow," one of the officers said. "he rushed out, half out of his mind with joy, as i rode past at the head of the column. well, go on, lad. tell us what you have got to say."

"well, monsieur, an arab boy saved my life when the others were killed. one had fired at me, and the bullet went through my arm, when the arab, who had some of his people with him, sprang forward, and just as the man was going to rush at me with his scimitar he sprang upon him and stabbed him between the shoulders. i do not[pg 125] remember much more, for i was frightened; but there was a quarrel between him and his arabs and the others. i think i fainted. when i came to i was alone with the bodies of my master and comrades, and there i remained in hiding until your troops came along."

"but why should this arab have interfered in your behalf?"

"a few days before, sir, i was going with a parcel of my master's goods through one of the narrow lanes, when i saw two rough men ill-treating an arab boy. he seemed to be the son of a sheik, and they were trying to rob him and he resisted, and seeing that he was a boy like myself, i shouted at the top of my voice for aid, and ran in with my knife. then we fought for a minute, but doubtless it would have gone hard with us, had not two of your soldiers, who heard me shouting, come running up, and the men then took to their heels. the young arab said that his father would show his gratitude to me for having aided him, but i had not heard of him again until, hearing our cries, he ran in with some other arabs, and, as i have said, saved me from death."

"let me look at your wound?" the general said. edgar took off his coat and showed the blood-stained bandage.

"well, you can look among the prisoners and see if your friend is here. if he is, when you see him brought in you must come in and repeat your story. by the way, how did you understand what this arab said about his father?"

"i have been out here some years, monsieur, and can speak a little arabic."

"well, as you have lost your master, and are out of employment, if you go down to the intendence and say that general rombaud sent you, and that you can speak enough french and arabic to get on with, they will find you some employment where you can be of use."[pg 126]

"thank you very much, monsieur," and, bowing, edgar went off with the soldier to the group of prisoners.

there were in all about a score of arabs, and these kept in a body together. to his great joy, he recognized sidi among them. his head was bound up, and he looked weak and exhausted, but, like his companions, and indeed the great proportion of the prisoners, he maintained an air of indifference to his position. thinking it as well that he should not be recognized, and feeling sure that the guard would permit no communication to take place with any of the prisoners, edgar turned away and went and sat down on some steps between the prisoners and those on which the officers were standing. in a few minutes they went in by the door behind them.

five minutes later a sergeant came out, and calling four men from a company drawn up near the door, went across to the group of prisoners and presently returned with six of them. in a few minutes they came out again. three of the men, in charge of a single soldier, were marched away in the direction of the gate; the other three were taken to a door a short distance away, thrust in, the door was locked after them, and two soldiers placed there as sentries. the barred windows told their tale, and edgar had no doubt that the three men who had entered were sentenced to death. in the meantime, another party had taken six more prisoners in. so the matter proceeded for upwards of an hour, five minutes at the outside sufficing for each batch. at the end of this time the group of arabs was reached. hitherto about half of the men taken had been suffered to depart, but this time the six arabs were all taken to the fatal door.

edgar did not recognize any of them, and indeed, he knew that the greater part of the sheik's followers had[pg 127] fallen in the attack on the french column in the street. sidi was in the next group, and edgar rose to his feet, saying to the soldier who still stood by his side, and who had heard the conversation with the general, "that is the lad." the man went with him to the door, told the sentries there that the general's orders were that the witness was to be allowed to enter, and edgar followed the party into a large room. six french officers were seated at a table. the president, who was the general who had spoken to him, looked up:

"is that the lad?" he asked, pointing to sidi.

"that is he, monsieur."

"as we have heard your testimony, it is not necessary to take it again." sidi had given a sudden start on hearing edgar's voice. "this young fellow has testified to us," general rombaud said to two of the members of the court-martial, who had not been present on the steps when the conversation took place, "that this young arab saved him from murder at the hands of some of the rabble, by killing the man who was about to slay him, and that he did this in return for a service this young italian had rendered him in succouring him when attacked, some time before, by two robbers. as he is but a lad, and of course acted under his father's orders, i think we may make him an exception to the rule. you can go free, young sir, but let the narrow escape that you have had be a lesson to you not to venture to mix yourself up in treasonable risings again. you can take him away with you," he added to edgar.

sidi moved away from his companions with an unsteady step. he had made up his mind that his fate was sealed, and had been prepared to meet it, and the sudden revulsion of feeling was almost too much for him. he gave his hand silently to edgar, and as the latter bowed and murmured his thanks to the general, they went out together, one of[pg 128] the soldiers accompanying them. in spite of his arab stoicism, the tears were running down sidi's cheeks as they issued into the open air.

"i am not crying for joy that i am freed, brother," he said, "but with pleasure at seeing you alive. when we got to the end of that street and saw, for the first time, that you were not with us, and, looking back, could see that your horse had fallen, we gave you up for dead, and bitterly did my father reproach himself for having permitted you to share in our attack. he is among the dead, brother; i saw him fall. i had been separated from him by the rush of the french horsemen, but i saw him fighting desperately, until at last struck down. then, almost mad, i struck wildly. i felt a heavy blow on my head, and should have fallen had not a french soldier seized my arm and dragged me across his saddle in front of him. i was dimly conscious of being handed over to the infantry, and placed with some other prisoners. i sank down, and should have bled to death had not an arab among them bandaged my head. the fight was nearly over then, and i was brought up here."

"i can give you good news, sidi. i went last night with the two men whom we had left behind, and searched for some hours among the dead for you and your father, and found him at last. he was insensible, but not dead. we carried him off, and the other two are with him in a grove six miles away, and i have every hope that he will recover. he has five or six wounds, but i do not think that any of them are mortal."

sidi fairly broke down on hearing the news, and nothing further was said until they had issued from the gate. the officer was still there who had spoken to edgar on entering.

"so you have saved your friend?" he said pleasantly, as edgar passed. "he is lucky, for i fancy he will be the[pg 129] only one of the arabs who will issue out of here to-day."

"i thank you much, monsieur, for having let me pass," edgar said gratefully. "i feared so much that i should not be allowed to enter to speak for him."

the officer nodded, and the two lads went out. they had gone but a hundred yards when sidi said:

"i must sit down for a while, edgar. i have eaten nothing since yesterday morning, and i have lost much blood, and all this happiness is too much for me. don't think me very childish."

"i don't think you so at all, sidi. it has been a fearful time, and i don't wonder that you are upset. look, there is a quiet spot between those two huts. do you sit down there; you can't go on as you are. in the first place, your dress is covered with blood; and in the next, you are too weak to walk. i will go into the town. there are plenty of shops close to the gate, and i will buy a burnoose that will cover you, and a change of clothes for you to make afterwards. i will get you some food and a little cordial."

sidi shook his head.

"nonsense, man!" edgar went on. "this is medicine, not wine, and you must take something of the sort or you won't be fit to travel. i shall get some fellah's clothes for myself, a basket of food and other things to take out to your father, and i will hire a couple of donkeys. you are no more fit to walk six miles than you are to fly, and i feel rather shaky myself. i sha'n't be away more than half an hour."

after seeing sidi seated in the place he had indicated, where he would not be seen by those passing on the road, edgar at once went in through the gate. the provisions,[pg 130] and two or three bottles of good wine, were quickly purchased, but it took him some little time getting the clothes, for had he not bargained in the usual way, it would have seemed strange. as it was, the man of whom he purchased them congratulated himself on having made the best bargain that he had done for many a day. he bought two arab suits, and two such as were worn by peasants, and a brown burnoose for sidi to put on at once. then, going out with the provision-basket and the clothes in a bundle, he went to the gate again, chose a couple of donkeys from those standing there for hire, and went along the road for a short distance. telling the donkey-boy to wait with the animals until his return, he took the basket and the burnoose, which had been made up into a separate parcel, and went to the spot where he had left sidi, who rose to his feet as he reached him.

"i am better now, and can go on."

"you are not going on until you have made a meal anyhow," edgar replied; "and i feel hungry myself, for i have been up a good many hours."

sidi sat down again. the basket was opened, and edgar produced some bread and some cold kabobs (kabobs being small pieces of meat stuck on a skewer). sidi eat some bread and fresh fruit, but he shook his head at the meat.

"i shall do better without it," he said. "meat is for the strong. my wound will heal all the faster without it."

he did, however, drink from a tumbler edgar had brought with him a small quantity of wine mixed with the water.

"i regard you as my hakim, and take this as medicine because you order it."

"i feel sure that the prophet himself would not have forbidden it when so used. you look better already, and there is a little colour in your cheek. now, let us be off.[pg 131] if your father has recovered consciousness, he must be in great anxiety about you."

"but i want to ask you about yourself?"

"i will tell you when we are mounted. the sooner we are off the better."

he was glad to see that, as they walked towards the donkeys, sidi stepped out much more firmly than before. he had put on his burnoose as soon as edgar joined him, and this concealed him almost to his feet when he had mounted.

"we are not pressed for time," edgar said to the donkey-boy. "go along gently and quietly."

the donkey started at the easy trot that distinguishes his species in egypt.

"now, edgar," sidi said, as soon as they were in motion, "here have you been telling me about my father, and i have been telling you about myself, but not one word as yet have you told as to how you escaped, and so saved the lives of both of us. allah has, assuredly, sent you to be our good genius, to aid us when we are in trouble, and to risk your life for ours."

"well, never mind about that now, sidi. i will tell you all about it; but it is a good long story."

so saying, he narrated his adventures in detail, from the time when his horse fell with him to the moment when he entered the room where the court-martial was being held. he made the story a long one, in order to prevent his friend from talking, for he saw when he had spoken how great was his emotion. he made his narrative last until they came within a quarter of a mile of the village near which the sheik was hidden.

"now we will get off," he said, "and send the donkeys back."[pg 132]

he paid the amount for which he had bargained for the animals, and bestowed a tip upon the boy that made him open his eyes with delight. they turned off from the road at once, made a detour, and came down upon the clump of trees from the other side. the arabs had seen them approaching, and welcomed sidi with exuberant delight. to his first question, "how is my father?" they said, "he is better. he is very weak. he has spoken but once. he looked round, evidently wondering where he was, and we told him how the young englishman, his friend, had come to us, and how we had searched for hours among the dead, and, at last finding him, had carried him off. then he said, 'did you find my son?' we told him no, and that we had searched so carefully that we felt sure that he was not among the dead, but that you had gone back to the town to try and learn something about him. he shook his head a little, and then closed his eyes. he has not spoken again."

"doubtless he feels sure, as we could not find you, that you are dead, sidi. i have no doubt the sight of you will do him a great deal of good. i will go forward and let him know that you are here. do not show yourself until i call you."

the sheik was lying with his eyes shut. as edgar approached he opened them, and the lad saw he was recognized.

"glad am i to see you conscious again, sheik," he said, bending over him.

the sheik feebly returned the pressure of his hand.

"may allah pour his blessings upon you!" he whispered. "i am glad that i shall lie under the sands of the desert, and not be buried like a dog in a pit with others."

"i hope that you are not going to die, sheik. you are sorely weak from loss of blood, and you are wounded in[pg 133] five places, but i think not at all that any of them are mortal."

"i care not to live," the sheik murmured. "half my followers are dead. i mourn not for them; they, like myself, died in doing their duty and in fighting the franks—but it is my boy, of whom i was so proud. i ought not to have taken him with me. think you that i could wish to live, and go back to tell his mother that i took him to his death."

"he was not killed, sheik; we assured ourselves of that before we carried you away, and i found that, with twenty other arabs and two or three hundred of the townsmen, he was taken prisoner to the citadel."

a look of pain passed across the sheik's face.

"your news is not good; it is bad," he said, with more energy than he had hitherto shown. "it were better had he died in battle than be shot in cold blood. think you that they will spare any whom they caught in arms against them?"

"my news is good, sheik," edgar said calmly; "had it been otherwise i would have left you to think that he had died on the field of battle. i have reason to believe that sidi has been released, and that you will soon see him."

for a moment the sheik's eyes expressed incredulity; then the assured tone and the calm manner of edgar convinced him that he at least believed that it was true.

"are you sure, are you quite sure?" he asked, in tones so low that edgar could scarce hear him.

"i am quite sure—i would not buoy you up with false hopes. sidi is free. he is not far off now, and will speedily be here, directly he knows that you are strong enough to see him."

for a minute the sheik's eyes closed, his lips moved, but[pg 134] no sound came from them, but edgar knew that he was murmuring thanks to allah for his son's preservation. then he looked up again.

"i am strong enough," he said; "your news has made a man of me again. send him here."

edgar walked away and joined sidi.

"be very calm and quiet," he said; "your father is very, very weak. do not break down. he knows that you are close by, and is prepared to see you. do not, i beg of you, agitate him; do not let him talk, or talk much yourself; be calm and restful with him."

he turned away and walked to the end of the trees, where he engaged in a short conversation with the two arabs. then he turned again, and went near enough to catch a sight of the sheik. sidi was kneeling by his side, holding his hand to his heart, and a smile of happiness illuminated the drawn face of the wounded man. satisfied that all was going on well, he joined the men.

"in the basket you will find a small cooking-pot," he said. "pick up some of the driest sticks that you can find, so as not to make any smoke. put some kabobs into the pot with as much water as will just cover them; then place it over the fire, and let it stew until the meat is in threads. strain the broth off. i will give it to him, a sip at a time."

"we need not be afraid of the smoke," one of the men said. "we went down to the village to get bread and dates. a man saw that we were arabs, and asked us for news of what was going on in cairo. some fugitives passed along yesterday evening, and said that the french were killing all the moslems. we told him that it was not as bad as that, but that many had assuredly been slain. he called down maledictions upon the french, and seeing that he was a true man we said that we had a wounded[pg 135] comrade with us, and that he was lying in the grove. he told us that he was the owner of it, and that we were welcome to use it, but prayed us not to come to him again; for if the franks came along in search of fugitives, and happened to search the grove, and found that he had been supplying a wounded man with provisions, it might cost him his life. we told him that he need not fear, for that we would not betray him, but that, at any rate, we would not come to his shop again."

"then make the fire immediately, hassan; the sooner the sheik has a little nourishment, the better. if he seems strong enough to bear it, i want to carry him off to the mountains at once. it is quite possible that the french may be searching the villages round for wounded fugitives, and i would fain get him up among the hills. sidi, too, has an ugly wound in the head, and needs a few days' rest. i think i have everything that they can want for the next two or three days, and you have a good supply of fruit. we must find some place among the rocks sheltered from the sun. when it is dark you must go down to the fountain and fill up your water-skins there."

an hour later edgar carried the cup of broth to the sheik.

"sidi, do you lift your father up a little—a very little. i want him to take some of this broth. it is all a question of keeping up your strength now, sheik, and i hope that you will try and drink a little."

"i, too, want to get strong," the sheik said, "i have something to live for now."

he drank a few mouthfuls, and then motioned to his son to lower his head down again.

"'tis strange," he said, "that we three should be together again when it seemed that none of us would meet on earth."

"it is very pleasant to be together again," edgar said[pg 136] heartily, "and it will be more pleasant still when we are able to get about again together."

there had been but few words exchanged between father and son. to be restored to each other was sufficient, and the sheik had not even wondered as to how his son had so unexpectedly arrived. after drinking the broth he closed his eyes, and in a few minutes it was evident, by his quiet breathing, that he was asleep.

edgar moved quietly away, beckoning to sidi to follow him, and when he joined him at the edge of the grove, told him of the plan that he proposed.

"do you think that he is strong enough?" sidi asked.

"i do not think that it will do him harm, sidi; indeed i think that if, before he goes to sleep, we lay him on that blanket that we brought him here in, we might carry him without waking him. of course i should tell him this evening what we thought of doing. it may be that the french will make no search for the wounded. i saw proclamations signed by some of the principal sheiks and ulemas, calling upon the people to be tranquil, and announcing that bonaparte had consented to forgive the past; but you know that did not prevent their trying those prisoners this morning, and, i doubt not, executing a large number of them. therefore, although they may leave the lower class alone, they may seize any of their leaders they may find, and if they came upon your father, his wounds would show that he had been engaged in the fighting; and if they took him to the town many of those who saw him there might denounce him as the sheik who led his horsemen against one of their columns. of course they may not search, but it is as well to be on the safe side, and it is better to run the slight risk that the journey might do him than to chance his being captured here."[pg 137]

sidi heartily agreed.

"now, sidi, you may as well get rid of those clothes and put on the peasant's suit i bought you. i shall do the same; then should we be caught sight of, at a distance, we should simply be taken for two fellahs who have gone up into the mountains, either to shoot game or for some other purpose, while the white clothes would excite suspicion. i am sorry now that i did not get them for hassan and ali, but it is likely enough that i may be able to buy such things in the village. by the way, your father said, when we were riding from the pyramids to the town, that there were a good many old tombs up in the hills. of course, for to-night, it would be enough if we take him a short distance up, then to-morrow we can search, and if we can find one of those tombs, it will be a safe place for him to stop in; and being cut in the solid rock, it would be pleasantly cool. there will be no fear whatever of any french soldiers coming along and entering there, and we can live quietly until he is fit to sit a horse. when you have taken off those things that you have on, you had better tear off a number of long strips for bandages. we did what we could roughly when we first carried your father off the field; but we can bandage his wounds carefully now, and yours also must want looking to badly."

when the sheik woke, after two hours' sleep, he drank some broth. his voice was louder and clearer, and it was evident that even the small quantity that he had taken before, and the quiet sleep, had refreshed him greatly.

"now, sheik," edgar said, "hassan and ali are going to bandage your wounds carefully. they say that they are both accustomed to it, and no doubt they have some experience, for wounds are common enough in your raids and forays."[pg 138]

edgar by this time had put on the dark-blue blouse, reaching down below the knee and girt by a belt at the waist, which forms the main article of dress of every egyptian peasant. on his head was a brown cap of rough wool, of something of the same shape as a fez. these, and a pair of low turkish shoes, completed his costume, underneath which he wore the european one, the trousers being rolled up above the knees, so as not to show. while the operation of dressing the wounds was going on, he went down into the village, and finding a shop where they sold such things, bought similar suits to his own for the two arabs. when he returned, the sheik's wounds had been dressed, a blanket rolled up under his head, and he was looking altogether more comfortable. edgar now told him his plan of carrying him off.

"it will be best," he said, "much the best. though i have said nothing, i have wondered to-day whether the french would come along, and it has troubled me; besides, i shall gain strength faster up in the hills. your plan is a good one. i think that i shall sleep well in the blanket. even if i wake it will not matter; the motion will be easy, and my wounds have been well bandaged, and i have no fear of their breaking out again."

in addition to the severe sabre cut on the face, the sheik had another on the left arm. a third had struck him slantingly on the right side, as his arm was raised to strike; a musket shot had also made a deep groove on the hip. when in the village, edgar had purchased, among other things, several sticks of kabobs, and when it became dark the two arabs, now in their peasant dress, went down and filled the water-skins at the village well. the sheik drank off the rest of the broth, and was then carefully lifted and laid down on the blanket, which was still attached to the[pg 139] spears. the other blanket was then placed under his head, and in half an hour his son, who was watching him, was glad to see that he was again asleep. some more kabobs were put in the pot to stew, and when ready the broth was poured into a wine-bottle that edgar had emptied. as soon as the moon was fairly up they started, as before, the two arabs taking the pole at the sheik's head, edgar those at his feet, where the weight was comparatively a light one. sidi would have divided this with him, but edgar laughed at the idea.

"i shall be well pleased, sidi, if you can do the walk without needing help; the weight is really nothing. if he had been a big fleshy englishman it would be a different thing altogether, but you arabs are simply bone and muscle, and divided between three the weight is not worth talking about."

the blankets had been rolled up and placed across the men's shoulders, the water-skins hung by their straps on either side, and they carried the baskets, on which were also placed the bundles of clothes, between them. no stir or movement showed that the sheik was conscious of being lifted from the ground. after twenty minutes' walking they got beyond the area of cultivated ground, and were able to head directly for the hills, and two hours later they were well up among them, and edgar and sidi agreed that there was small chance indeed of any french parties, especially of cavalry, searching such broken and rugged ground. a spot was chosen where the ends of the spears could be laid on two flat stones high enough to keep the bottom of the hammock from touching the ground between them.

sidi bent over his father, and, listening to his breathing, saw that he was sound asleep. his only share of the burden had been a small, shallow iron pot, in which a little charcoal[pg 140] fire glowed brightly. a small bag of this, the most common fuel in egypt, had been bought in the village. the broth was poured into a tin, which was hung a short distance above the fire, so that it would warm slowly. then edgar and sidi, who were both completely worn out, wrapped themselves, one in his burnoose and the other in a blanket, and lay down; hassan and ali, who had by turns slept during the day, undertaking to keep watch by the side of the sheik, and to give him the broth as soon as he woke.

edgar dropped off to sleep instantly; when he awoke the sun had risen. he saw that sidi was still asleep. the hammock had been lowered to the ground, and ali was holding the cup to the sheik's lips. edgar saw at once that he was better, the drawn expression and the ashen shade round his lips had greatly abated, and his eyes were brighter. living so frugal and active a life, the arab, like the red indian, can bear wounds that would be fatal to a dweller in towns; and as none of the sheik's wounds were in themselves very serious, and it was loss of blood alone that had brought him to death's door, the night's rest, the nourishment that he had taken, and above all, his joy at finding his son living, had already placed him on the path to recovery.

"i am glad to see you looking much better than you did yesterday," edgar said heartily as he came up. "i hope that you have slept well?"

"i have woke but twice, and each time took some of the broth, and straightway went off to sleep again. i did not feel my move here, and was indeed surprised on my first waking, when ali told me that i was safe up in the hills. see, i can already lift my right hand. i shall not be your patient long."

"there is no hurry," edgar replied. "after i have had some breakfast i shall start out to look for one of those[pg 141] tombs that you told me of. there we shall have shelter from the heat of the sun and from the night-dews. there will be no fear of the french lighting upon us; and indeed i do not think that, now they have cairo under their feet again, they will trouble more about the matter. they have other things to think about; and although cairo will be quiet for a long time after this, the french will know that their merciless slaughter of the mussulmans will excite the deepest feeling of hatred against them, and that it will be even less safe than before for small parties to move about.

"kleber will no doubt start again with his division for damietta. desaix is many days' journey to the south. probably a force will march to suez. i heard it said by some french officers that this would probably be the next move, and napoleon will not care to further weaken the garrison of the city by sending out search parties."

"is sidi's wound a bad one?"

"no, it is nothing like so severe as that which you received on the cheek. it was a downright blow, but his turban saved him. it is a pretty deep scalp wound extending down to the ear, and he lost a good deal of blood, but it was anxiety for you and the prospect of death for himself in the morning that caused it to seem more serious than it was. in three or four days he will be nearly himself again."

"and you, did you escape unhurt? we deemed you certainly dead."

"no; my horse was shot, and i at the same moment got a bullet through my arm. beyond the loss of a little blood it was of no consequence. i ran into a house close by and sheltered there until the french column came out, and then went out in some european clothes i found there, and had no more trouble."