That's inevitable, and we still have enough.

I hardly see that we have so very much to complain of, so far." He turned, pulled a blanket from his berth and carefully spread it over the loot on the table.

Then he pushed the button communicating with the cabin wherein Rrisa was still quivering as a result of having heard the fusillades and the terrific tumult--unseen though they had been to him--at Mecca.
In a couple of minutes the faithful orderly appeared, salaamed, and stood waiting with a drawn, troubled face.
"_Allah m'a!_" the Master greeted him, in Allah's name inquiring for his good health.

"I have something important to ask thee.

Come in.
Come in, and close the door." He spoke in Arabic.