His religious fervor was dampened.
He explained to Klatch that he did not want his daughter, but the chief could not, or would not, understand.
A compromise was reached, Sherif purchasing the girl, and then giving her back again to her father.
When night came it was pleasant to sleep on the thick green turf, and all the party—save only Effendi—slept soundly.
As for Effendi, he imagined everyone was going to kill his master, and, therefore, he kept awake, or at least only allowed himself short intervals of sleep.
When Sherif el Habib emerged from his tent in the morning, he saw the chief’s daughter lying across the entrance fast asleep.
She had gone to her purchaser, and no doubt the poor girl felt that she would be far happier with the white man than with her own people.
All day the natives came to the camp, carrying small gourd shells to receive gifts of corn.
Sherif treated them so generously that the poor, half-starved blacks fell down before him and kissed his feet.
Max thought of doing a stroke of business on his own account, by offering to purchase a bull or a cow.