“The last of the Mamelukes.”
“And he is——”
“The Mahdi.”
“Are you sure, Girzilla?”
“Yes; by secret signs I discovered him, and he will restore the glories of his race and bring the whole world to believe in Mahomet.”
Max went to the Mahdi and told him of his mission.
The tears came into the warrior prophet’s eyes as he heard Max tell his story; how he had lost his father in the caves of the bandits, and had been rescued by Girzilla.
When Max narrated how he had become enthused over the story of the great Mameluke who escaped from Mohammed Ali, the Mahdi embraced him.
“For my ancestors’ sake, you are doubly dear to me. Stay with me, my son, and share in my triumph.”
“No—the work is done. I shall go back to my own land, and shall do as other Americans have done before me—write a book, or tell on the platform the story of the Mahdi, and the Mameluke.”