"At first I was of the same opinion, but later I changed it, because I found out that already previous to the expedition suspicious forms were swarming about our tents. Medje had accidentally seen one of these men, and, shrieking terribly, she ran away."
"Why did she not give warning to the captain?"
"Who could fathom that? Sure it was that a bold Bedouin, whose name was quite sufficient to set the whole camp in commotion, and who had been seen in the neighborhood, and—"
"What was the name of this Bedouin?" inquired Monte-Cristo, eagerly.
"Mohammed ben Abdallah."
"He? Are you not mistaken?" the count inquired, rather excitedly.
"Oh, no, I have heard the name often enough."
"And you do not know who this man really was?"
"No—probably also a marabout, a kind of juggler or sorcerer."
"Did you acquaint your superiors of this sorcerer?" asked the count after a while.