But pride restrained them.

Not for them such weakness as the use of a handkerchief, in presence of these half-hundred grave-eyed, silently observing men of Jannati Shahr.
"Faith, though," the major whispered to "Captain Alden," close behind him, "of all ways to take a walk, my favorite way _not_ to is on an Arab horse with a saddle like the Inquisition! Tomorrow, oh, my poor bones, tomorrow!" Bara Miyan was speaking again, while the Master, Leclair, and his orderly, Lebon--who alone of the Legionaries understood Arabic--listened closely.
"Now that we have eaten salt and are _akhawat_ brethren," said he, "we must break bread together.

Let thyself and all thy men partake of food with us, O Frank! Then we will speak of the present, we shall bestow on thee.

_Bismillah!_ Dismount, White Sheik, and enter!" The Master bowed, and swung himself from his horse.

All did the same, Legionaries and Arabs alike.