Abdslem could scarcely conceal his triumph; as they went into the room he closed the door, and lighted a three-cornered tin lamp; before doing which he had composed his features, and then sat down opposite his visitor.
"Have you received a letter from him to whom you wrote?"
"I have, and by water: it was a device of cunning."
"I acknowledge the token; have you seen the bearer since? He did not return."
"No! I understand he went on a long journey; his head was deranged as it seemed. But if you are not satisfied, behold the letter!"
"It is enough, it is the Sheik's seal; meet me to-morrow at dusk at the palm-grove inside the Duquela gate, there you shall receive it; you know your work."
Notwithstanding Abdslem's eagerness to secure his prize, his examination of the powerful frame of the Arab showed him that he had not a chance against him single-handed, and to take any step that would inspire him with alarm would be to lose him altogether; he therefore resolved to wait, and make sure of him, as well as secure the money. "Inshallah," he said, "I will not fail you: will you not share a soldier's supper?"
"May his blessing be with you, and increase your store: better that we be not seen together. Peace."
"And to you peace," echoed Abdslem, as he closed the door after him, "for to-night—but to-morrow!—half a quintal of iron on your limbs shall partly avenge me for my sufferings."