“What do you mean?” cried the professor sharply.
“Don’t hold back. Why!—what!—My dear Frank, what a metamorphosis!”
“Yes,” said Frank quietly. “I have passed muster with three of you, so I suppose it will do.”
“Do!” cried the professor. “Why, it is simply admirable. Stop a minute, I’ll fetch Sam from his tent and try him.—Eh? You here, sir?” he added, as Sam came out of the inner tent.—“You’ve seen him, then?”
“Yes, sir, and felt him too!” said the man, and the newcomers heard what had taken place.
Chapter Thirteen.
Ben Eddin.
The Hakim was carefully prepared the next morning for his visit to his patients, Sam making the preparations, even to the extent of having a brass pot of boiling water for the razors.