“If I move they will attack him,” she thought, and that was enough.
He must be saved at all costs.
Her senses were leaving her, gradually her thoughts became more indistinct.
She fell forward across Max, and knew she must die.
But if it would save him, she was satisfied.
She stretched forth her hand and placed it on his forehead.
Her garment was still there, shielding his face from the sun.
“He will be saved,” she said. “Allah be praised,” she moaned.
CHAPTER VIII.
SHERIF EL HABIB.
“Allah! Allah! Great is Allah, and Mahomet is his prophet.”