Level-eyed, he gazed at the white man.

Then he advanced two paces, and in a low voice demanded: "Abd el Rahman still lives ?" "He lives, Bara Miyan." "Where is the Great Apostate ?" "In our flying house, a prisoner." "_Bismillah_! Deliver him unto me, and thy people and mine shall be as brothers!" "First let us share the salt!" Speaking, the Master slid his hand into the same pocket that contained the Great Pearl Star, and took out a small bag of salt.

This he opened, and held out.

Bara Miyan likewise felt in a recess of his many-hued burnous.

For a moment he hesitated as if about to bring out something.