Only one thing they could do to touch him--they could shrivel up his last impulse of sweet human sympathy.

They were doing it now.
When Israel had put matters to himself so, he despatched a message to the Governor at the Kasbah, and received, in answer, six State prisoners, fettered in pairs, under the guard of two soldiers.
The burial took place within the limit of twenty-four hours prescribed by Jewish custom.

It was twilight when the body was brought down from the upper room to the patio.

There stood the coffin on a trestle that had been raised for it on chairs standing back to back.

And there, too, sat Israel, with Naomi and little black Ali beside him.
Israel's manner was composed; his face was as firm as a rock, and his dress was more costly than Tetuan had ever seen him wear before.
Everything that related to the burial he had managed himself, down to the least or poorest detail.