"Yes; and by the eight gates of paradise, and the seven gates of hell, I am not likely to forget them!"
"Well, have you taken means to ensure flight?"
"Wherefor?" asked Zohrab fiercely.
"I mean, if traced."
"I have my sword and horse," was the curt reply.
"But the Feringhee woman?"
"Allah! I had all but forgotten her!" said Zohrab, starting.
"Right: sacrifice your property for your life, and your life for your religion; but make not yourself the captive of a woman. Now, if traced, what, I ask, of the Kaffir slave?"
"By the soul of the Prophet!" exclaimed Zohrab, in great and sudden perplexity, "what can I do, but leave her here?"
"Sell her to the young Shah: she is worth a thousand mohurs," suggested the Hindoo banker.