"Ask him how much more he has got," whispered the brother Kaid to Ben Aboo.
Abd Allah answered that he did not know.
"I'll give you two hundred dollars for the chance of all he has," the Kaid whispered again.
"Five bees are better than a pannier of flies--done!" said Ben Aboo.
So Abd Allah was sold like a sheep and carried to Fez, and there cast into prison on a penalty of two hundred and fifty dollars imposed upon him on the pretence of a false accusation.
Israel sat by the Governor that day at the gate of the hall of justice, and many poor people of the town stood huddled together in the court outside while the evil work was done.

No one heard the Kaid of Fez when he whispered to Ben Aboo, but every one saw when Israel drew the warrant that consigned the gunsmith to prison, and when he sealed it with the Governor's seal.
Abd Allah had made no savings, and, being too old for work, he had lived on the earnings of his son.

The son's name was Absalam (Abd es-Salem), and he had a wife whom he loved very tenderly, and one child, a boy of six years of age.

Absalam followed his father to Fez, and visited him in prison.

The old man had been ordered a hundred lashes, and the flesh was hanging from his limbs.