"We've landed half a dozen home runs, and they've never even got to second!" "Come, O Bara Miyan!" the Master smiled.

"Now we will put away the things of magic, and talk the words of men.

Here is my salt!" The Sheik gingerly accepted a pinch, and with much misgiving put it into his mouth.

He produced salt of his own, which the Master tasted.
"It is done," said the Master.

"Now thou and I are _akhawat.