“What is that?”
“What your uncle uses when he wishes anyone to sleep long.”
“And you have some?”
“I had. They have it now”—pointing to the sleeping Gondos. “I took it from the great Sherif el Habib’s medicine case.”
“Oh!”
Ibrahim evidently was alarmed at the consequences of the madcap’s theft, or as he would put it, enforced borrowing.
Max laughed heartily, and suggested that they should “git up and get.”
This Yankeeism was too much for the Persian.
He began to believe that Max was really mad.
The suggestion, however, was a good one, and gathering together food, and some other stores, enough to last several days, the two young men left their escorts fast asleep and proceeded alone on their journey.