"Wait no longer, O Ben Aboo," he cried, "but look upon him now, and know that what you have done is an unclean thing, and you shall be childless and die!" Then Ben Aboo's passion mastered him.

He rose to his feet in his anger, and cried, "Prophet, you have destroyed yourself.

Listen to me! The turbulent dogs you plead for shall lie in their prison until they perish of hunger and rot of their sores.

By the beard of my father, I swear it!" Mohammed did not flinch.

Throwing back his head, he answered, "If I am a prophet, O Ben Aboo hear me prophesy.