Having left this P.P.C.
card on our host, I bolted from the rock and caught up the others.
Presently we passed round the village; through it I would not go for fear of an ambuscade.

It was quite a big place, enclosed with a strong fence, but hidden from the sea by a rise in the intervening land.

In the centre was a large eastern-looking house, where doubtless Hassan dwelt with his harem.

After we had gone a little way further, to my astonishment I saw flames breaking out from the palm-leaf roof of this house.

At the time I could not imagine how this happened, but when, a day or two later, I observed Hans wearing a pair of large and very handsome gold pendants in his ears and a gold bracelet on his wrist, and found that he and one of the hunters were extremely well set up in the matter of British sovereigns--well, I had my doubts.