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"Let the Sheik cohed at the weakness of his own voice But it was strong enough to carry as far as the tent door, and, with a flutter of draperies, the Arab Chief strode in He grasped Craven's outstretched hand and stood looking down on him for a moment with a broad sht I should never see you! Always you were asleep, or so it was reported toto his heels on the lance at the bandaged figure on the bed and laughed again

"You ought to be dead, you knoould have been dead if it hadn't been for that man of yours," with a backward jerk of his head toward the door "You owe hiht, borrowed a horse and the burnous you wouldn't wear, and kept out of sight till the last ed, lost you in the ain just in the nick of time I was cut off from you myself for the h to you and then saw you both go down I thought you were done for It was just then the tide turned in our favour and Iyou alive I was never more astonished in my life than when I saw that little devil of a Japanese crawl out fro you after him He was bruised and dazed, he didn't know friend froh sense left to know that you were alive and he meant to keep you so He laid you out on the sand and he sat on you--you can laugh, but it's true--and blazed aith his revolver at everybody who cahter And after it was all over he snarled like a panther when I tried to touch you, and, refusing any assistance, carried you back here on the saddle in front of hiht A man, by Allah!" he concluded enthusiastically Craven sraphic description, but he found it in his heart to wish that Yoshio's zeal had not been so forward and so successful But there were other lives than his that had been involved