It is strong magic, Frank.

But now behold what mine _imams_ can do!" The riflemen, disgruntled but still, Arab-like, holding their impassivity, returned to their horses and mounted again.

At another call of Bara Miyan, three _imams_ came from among the horsemen.

They were dressed alike, in brilliant saffron _gandouras_, with embroidered muslin turbans from under which hung _daliks_, or sacred plaits of hair; and each carried a plain white cloth in his hand.
In complete silence they showed the Legionaries both sides of these cloths, then spread them on the grass.

In not more than two minutes, a slight fluttering became visible.