Nay, do not draw a weapon; it comes not now, but later.

I hear footsteps within, the bolt is withdrawn, the door opens." What Mustapha says is true; the heavy door, still secured by a stout chain, opens half a foot, and by the dim light a Moorish lad is seen.
To him the guide addresses himself.

Whatever he says in the Moorish tongue, it must be direct to the point, for immediately the door is opened wide enough to admit them, after which it is shut and the heavy bolt shoots into its socket.
John follows his conductor.

For the time being he loses sight of Mustapha, and must depend upon his own abilities.

Trust a young man from Chicago to be equal to any occasion, no matter how extraordinary.
In another minute he is ushered into a large room, which is decorated in an oriental way that John has never seen equaled.
Rich colors blend, soft light falls upon the many articles of a connoisseur's collection, and, taken in all, the scene is dazzling.
He gives it one glance.
Then his attention is riveted upon the figures before him.