It seemed to give back the light of the flickering fire and the light of the stars--for there was no moon--with equal fidelity; and I could note that on its reverse it was graven deeply with certain signs such as I had seen in the tomb.

As I sank into the unconsciousness of sleep, the graven Star Jewel was hidden in the hollow of my clenched hand.
"I waked out of sleep with the light of the morning sun on my face.

I sat up and looked around me.

The fire was out, and the camp was desolate; save for one figure which lay prone close to me.

It was that of the Arab chief, who lay on his back, dead.