Then the sheik turned to Dick and his companions and bade them prepare to leave the Bedouin camp.
“Before the sun sinks to rest,” he said, “you shall be with your friends, both of whom are safe and well.”
It was not necessary for our friends to spend any time in preparing to depart. They were ready and eager to go.
“What of Bunol?” asked Dick.
“We will leave him here with the friends he has chosen,” said Ras al Had.
An hour later, when they were miles away, the old sheik turned to Dick, a grim smile on his lips.
“Your enemy will trouble you no more,” he declared. “You will never again behold his face.”
“Why not?” questioned Dick. “Do you mean that he will be slain?”
“No; but the fate he chose for you shall be his. He condemned you to be carried a slave into Arabia. That is to be his doom. It is the command of Ras al Had, which Ali Beha must obey.”