Those who declare themselves to be sick, Inshallah (please God), shall be sick.

You will all be welcomed upon your arrival at Katariff.

In the letter I have written to the Governor, inclosing your names, I have requested him to give each man upon his appearance FIVE HUNDRED LASHES WITH THE COORBATCH, FOR DESERTION, and to imprison him until my return." Checkmate! My poor Tokrooris were in a corner, and in their great dilemma they could not answer a word.

Taking advantage of this moment of confusion, I called forward "the buffalo," Abderachman, as I had heard that he really had contemplated a pilgrimage to Mecca.

"Abderachman," I continued, "you are the only man who has spoken the truth.