“Boy,” said the old Arab, “they tell me that I was dead, and by your infidel magic you brought life back into my body.”
“You were unconscious, that was all. The shock had driven the breath from your body, and we simply revived the action of your lungs.”
“Had you not done so——”
“You sure would have croaked for fair,” put in Buckhart.
“What you ask of me, if it is in my power, I will give,” declared the sheik. “That is the word of Ras al Had, and, though no pledge to an infidel is binding, may the wrath of Allah fall on me if I break this one. Speak.”
“If you think I did it for pay of any sort, you are mistaken,” said the young American, with a touch of resentment. “You can’t reward me for a thing like that.”
“Then if ever you are in need or in danger, and I can be of service, the sword and the life of Ras al Had shall be at your command. I swear this by the beard of the Prophet!”
“All aboard!” shouted a voice. “Train’s going to start.”
There was a general rush for the cars.