"Master, you will kill the camel!"
"Not in one night," said Kanana; "but if you value your own life, come on!"
Faster still and faster the white camel swept toward the glowing east, but the dromedary had done his best. He could not do better.
More and more he fell behind, and in spite of every effort of the driver, the pride of the caliph was beaten.
Fainter and fainter grew the outline of the white camel against the morning sky, ever swinging, swinging, swinging, over the silver-gray sea, with a motion as regular and firm as though it had started but an hour before.
As the red disc of the fiery sun rose out of the desert, however, the driver saw the camel pause, turn half about, till his huge outline stood out in bold relief against the sky, and then lie down.
Quickly Kanana dismounted. He caressed the camel for a moment, whispering, "We are two days and a half from Mecca! Thou hast done better than I hoped. Thou didst remember me yesterday in the temple court. To-night thou hast cheerfully given every atom of thy strength to help me. To-morrow we shall be far apart. Allah alone knows for what or for how long; but if we ever meet again thou wilt remember me. Yes, thou wilt greet thy Kanana."
The boy's dark eyes were bright with tears as he gave the camel the best of the food provided for him; then, with sand in stead of water performing the morning ablution, he faced toward Mecca.
When the dromedary and his rider reached the spot, the veiled messenger of Omar was solemnly repeating his morning prayer.