Men who have suffered and bled, risked all, seen their comrades die, and even now stand in the shadow of death--hoping some vast, tangible loot--are not proper material for discussion of literary values.
"_Yafta Allah!_" the Master exclaimed, with emphasis equal to the Olema's.

"No, Bara Miyan, this cannot be." "Our dancing and singing maidens are like a flame of Paradise.

Their enchantments make the heart of man glad with perpetual springtime.
Choose, O Frank, two handmaids for thyself and for each of thy men, and let them be yours to go with you to your own country and to be your chattels and your sweet delights!" The eyes of "Captain Alden" narrowed with sudden, painful emotion as she peered at the Master.

With some smattering of Arabic, she may have caught something of the sense of this offer.

But the Master, unmoved by this second offer of Olema's, merely shook his head again, saying: "No, Bara Miyan.