So saying, with one of his strange freaks of magnanimity, he waved her off, and soon afterward went to rest.
CHAPTER XXV.
MANASSEH AND KEDAR AT MECCA.
"Home, sweet home."
The flame of a smoky oil-dip dimly lighted a spacious room in the house of Amzi. At the low table sat Yusuf and his friend with a chart before them, anxiously following, with eye and finger, the course of Mohammed's northern exploits.
The thoughts of both were with Manasseh. A knock sounded at the bolted door. Yusuf opened it, and there, like a cameo in the setting of darkness, was the youth himself.
"Manasseh, my son!" cried both in astonishment.