Driftwood Spars - The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who - Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life by Percival Christopher Wren
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[31] Bran.
"'It is he,' said my brother, and within the hour we beheld the little bush-tent of Ibrahim Mahmud (made with cloths thrown over a bent bush) and his camel, near to which, his _oont-wallah_ Suleiman Abdulla had kindled a fire and prepared food. (Later this liar swore that he made the fire smoke with green twigs to guide the pursuit,--a foolish lie, for he knew not what Ibrahim had done, nor anything but that his master hastened.) "Moussa Isa staggered to where Ibrahim Mahmud lay asleep, looked upon his face, and fell, seeming to be about to die. "Making a little _chukker_[32] round, my brother drove the camel between Suleiman and the tent and made it kneel. [32] Circuit, course. "'_Salaam aleikoum_,[33] Mir Saheb,' said Suleiman, and my brother replied:-- [33] A Mussulman greeting. "'Salaam. Tend thou my camel and prepare food for me, and my brother, and my servant. And if thou wouldst not hang in a pig's skin, be wise and wary, and keep eyes, ears, and mouth closed.' And we drank water. "Then, treading softly, we went to the tent where Ibrahim Mahmud slept and sat us down where we could look upon his face. There he slept, Sahib, peacefully, like a little child!--having left Mir Jan to die the |
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