“It is even so,” declared the chief. “Thy friend sent me.”
“You mean—— Name him!”
“I can speak no names. I am directed to bring thee and thy companions.”
Dick turned to Brad, speaking in a low tone:
“He must be from Ras al Had. The old sheik sent him for us.”
“I reckon you’re right, pard,” nodded the Texan, the cloud having left his face. “At last we have heard from Ras.”
Professor Gunn placed a still quivering hand on Dick’s arm.
“Be cautious, Richard,” he warned. “I am afraid of these wild men. It is said that they are very treacherous. Better ask him openly if he comes from the sheik.”
“He has said that he can call no names. It is evident that Ras al Had has taken precautions. In case he is captured and condemned for slaying Hafsa Pasha, he does not wish to associate us with him in that business, and so his name is not to be mentioned before these Syrians.”
“You have figured it out, partner,” put in Buckhart. “I opine we’ve had our little scare for nothing. The sheik has sent for us in his own way, and we’ll be liable to find Nadia and Budthorne by accompanying the Bedouins.”