“But your people here,” said Frank quickly; “is it wise for them to know?”
The Sheikh smiled.
“Oh, yes,” he said; “why not? They must know. It is to ensure the safety of you all from the wild and savage followers of the Mahdi, I have told them, and they feel that it is good. No harm can come from their knowing all this.”
“Forgive me,” said Frank quickly. “I feel now that my suspicions were unworthy.”
“Only natural, Frank,” said the professor quietly. “You do not know Ibrahim and his people as I do.”
“That is my misfortune,” said the young man, smiling. “I am going to know them as well.”
That evening Sam came to the Hakim’s tent to ask if he could do anything for his master.
He found him sitting at the tent door talking with Frank and the professor, and the three exchanged glances.
“Well, no, Samuel,” said the Hakim quietly. “You are tired out with your long ride.”
“Yes, sir; I ache all over, and my hands are quite shaky.”