“Yes, O Hakim; it was the order given by the Emir to his servant, the guard.”
“Then tell the guard what I say. The confinement here is too great.”
“There is the garden beneath the trees, Excellency,” said the Sheikh.
“Yes, but we wish to see the town—to go where we will.”
“I will go to the guard and tell him, Excellency,” said the Sheikh humbly, and he went away.
Within an hour—a long and weary one to Frank—he was back.
“I have seen the chief guard, Excellency, and he has taken your message to the Emir, who sent for me at once.”
“Well?” said the doctor; and Frank and the professor came close to hear the reply.
“The Emir Prince sends greeting to your Excellency,” said the old Sheikh, who seemed greatly impressed at being made the medium of communication between two such great men, “and he thanks you humbly for the great change you have made in his dear son, who seems to be hourly gaining strength.”
“Yes, yes,” said the doctor, rather impatiently; “go on.”