He towed it to land, and soon opened the sack.
He expected to find some discarded wife of Mahmoud Achmet, and hoped she would be young and pretty, because by the laws she would be his slave.
To his astonishment—and equally so to the surprise of the other—instead of a woman the sack contained a man, and that man our young friend—Madcap Max.
Max was unconscious.
When he had been thrown into the river so unceremoniously he struggled all he knew how to free himself.
What could he do?
He struggled, but the sack was securely fastened.
His body was doubled so that he could not use his hands to tear the bag or strike out.
In two minutes he had relinquished all hope.
He began to wish that he had never heard of the Mahdi, or the Mameluke.