turquoise studded rein,
My broidered saddle and saddle-cloth, and silver
stirrups twain."
The Colonel's son a pistol drew and held it
muzzle-end,
"Ye have taken the one from a foe," said he;
"will ye take the mate from a friend?"
"A gift for a gift," said Kamal straight; "a
limb for the risk of a limb.
Thy father has sent his son to me, I'll send my