“I have brought you into danger—into the hands of the enemy at once.”
“Then you feel that we are prisoners?” said the doctor sternly.
“I must be truthful with those who have trusted me, Excellency. I fear that these sons of evil will not let us go.”
“I’m afraid you are right, Ibrahim. No, I promised you, Frank, that I would not be afraid of anything now. I feel, then, that you are right. But look here, so long as they treat us well nothing could have happened better for us.”
“Nothing, Excellency, for at some time or another we shall be brought to the heads of the invading tribes.”
“And sooner or later if we tried we might escape.”
“Yes, Excellency.”
“Then where is the cause for fear?”
“I feared that their Excellencies would not look upon it like this,” said the Sheikh humbly. “I knew that they must find out before many hours that we were prisoners, and then I felt that they would turn and reproach me for what I had done.”
“When you know us better, Ibrahim,” said the doctor quietly, “you will find that we are not unreasonable. Then as I see it now, if—I say if these ruffians treat us well we are on the high road to the place we seek to reach.”