The man wheeled round and flung out an arm but gripped vacancy.
'Steady, friend,' said Peter; 'you mustn't play tricks with me or I'll be angry.' 'Who are you?
Who sent you ?' asked the puzzled voice.
Peter had a happy thought.

'The Companions of the Rosy Hours,' he said.
'Then are we friends indeed,' said the voice.

'Come out of the darkness, friend, and I will do you no harm.

I am a good Turk, and I fought beside the English in Kordofan and learned their tongue.

I live only to see the ruin of Enver, who has beggared my family and slain my twin brother.