Both of them, who were well known in Mecca, witnessed it, and Kassala undertook to go to the city and get it cashed.
Koosh had other work to attend to.
The foremost with him was the wreck of the mail steamship.
What became of Harkaway he did not care.
A boat was lowered from the Catamaran, and Jack was rowed to the shore.
Glad indeed he was when he landed at Pilgrim’s Rest.
It was not the traveling season, and there were no people about except the residents.
The Hotel Calabar was empty.
Pierre Leronge, the landlord, was on the veranda, and received him cordially.
“Welcome, Effendi!” he exclaimed; “do you come from afar? Are you for Mecca, or do you stay long? A caravan starts to-morrow. Are you a merchant or simply a traveler? No matter. I will make you comfortable for a day or a month. Oui, by gar!”