"No."
"El Hamdullillah!" cried the two black servants; and then Ishmael sent Zogal into the town and the camp to say that the faithful would bid farewell to Omar in the mosque the following night.
That evening after sunset, instead of delivering his usual lecture to the people squatting on the sand in front of his house, Ishmael read the prayers for the dead, while Gordon and Helena and a number of the Sheikhs sat on the divans in the guest-room.
When the service was over, and the company was breaking up, the old men pressed Gordon's hand as they were passing out and said—
"May God give you compensation!"
As soon as they were gone Gordon approached Helena and whispered hurriedly—
"I must speak to you soon—where can it be?"
"I ought to go to the water-women's well by the Goods Landing to-morrow morning," said Helena.
"At what hour?"
"Ten."