The light is hidden under a basket, and then a sound is heard as of a door slowly opening.
"Pass through," whispers the guide.
Thus they reach the outside, and the wall resumes its innocent appearance.

If they are fortunate, they will avoid the trouble that lay in wait at the door of the old Moor.
John no longer trembles in anticipation of what is to come.

He has been disappointed, and yet bears his burden well.
His guide is yet cautious, believing that one is not safe until out of the woods.

It is possible word may have been sent around among the strolling Moors and Arabs of the old town, that a Frank is wandering about in a burnoose under the care of Mustapha Cadi, and hence discovery, with its attendant desperate conflict, still to come.
By degrees they approach the boundary line, and will soon be safe.
John is obliged to admire the diplomatic way in which the Arab conducts the retreat it would be creditable to a military strategist.

They dodge and hide, now advancing, anon secreting themselves in dark corners.
At last--success! Into the brilliant light of the new Algiers they pass; the danger is behind, safety assured.
Then Craig turns to the Arab, and tells him in plain language what he thinks of such remarkable work, and Mustapha humbly answers that he is glad the monsieur is satisfied.
Secretly, he exults in the eulogy; for even an Arab is able to appreciate praise.
Thus they bring up at the hotel.
John looks at the hour, and finds it ten.