"Enough; and which is the key?"
"It is numbered, great lord: see here, No. 6."
"And the cell lieth——"
"To the right yonder. I will lead your highness thither."
"Do so, and if you attempt to deceive us, not the fiend himself can save you from my revenge. Come on, friends; Hadj Maimoun shall be free."
A wild shout of triumph rose from the Arabs.
In a few moments they had reached the cell indicated, where a young Arab, in heavy chains, looked up at their entrance.
The chief recognised his brother.
"Strike off these chains, villain!" the Arab then commanded the gaoler.
The chains dropped off the young Arab, whereat his friends raised another triumphant shout—