He lives in the hope of retrieving his fallen fortunes.
Thus the little party breaks up, to meet again on the morrow.
John Craig's only hope now of success in his quest lies in the Moor, Ben Taleb.

If the spirit so moves him, he can bring him and his mother face to face, but whether this will ever come to pass remains to be seen.
John, ere retiring, catches sight of the faithful Mustapha Cadi, who lounges near-by, and who makes a signal, as he catches his employer's eye, that brings Craig to his side.
"Where does the master sleep ?" he asks.
John explains the position of his room, having some curiosity to know why the courier asks.
"Monsieur should be careful about leaving his windows open; Arabs climb well; vines very handy; yataghan make no shout.

There is no disgrace in being prepared." This is too broad to admit of any misinterpretation, and John again makes up his mind to continual watchfulness.
He retires to seek rest, to dream of a strange conglomeration of gray eyes, and black and brown--that he is compelled to choose between the English girl, the Chicago actress, and the Moorish beauty, while death waits to claim him, no matter which one he selects..