“That is your business. What is it to me?”
“You said you had a horror of death, but you threw Leila into the water.”
“Bah! that was only a girl—and they are not missed.”
Barbasson suggested—when he had got over his annoyance—that secret agents should be sent out and that riots should be organized.
Then, when every part of the city of Kordofan was in disorder, Shula should come forward and proclaim the advent of the Mahdi.
This was agreed upon, and the conspirators, now joined by Rashid and Nasr el Adin, started on their homeward journey.
“What was that?” Shula suddenly exclaimed, as a splash was heard in the water.
“A crocodile, most likely.”
“Pish! there are no crocodiles so near the city.”
“I suppose it is some recalcitrant from yonder harem.”