The flying men put down a hose, threw the switch of the electric pump, and in a few minutes half emptied the fountain.

The astonishment of the villagers passed all bounds.
"These be men of great magic," said the _naib_, to Rrisa, after the tanks had been hoisted to _Nissr_, and a dozen sacks of fresh dates had been purchased for the trinkets plus two _ryals_ (about two dollars).

"Tell me of these 'People of the Books!'" "I will tell thee of but one thing, Abu Shawarib," (father of whiskers) answered Rrisa with pride.

"Old Abd el Rahman is our prisoner in the flying ship above.

We are taking him back to Mecca.
All his people of the Beni Harb lie dead far toward the great waters, on the edge of the desert of the sea.