of the best part of his clothes, and, in spite of his earnest
entreaties, left to die in the terrible waste. It would have been less
cruel to slay him at once.

"Oh! leave me at least water--water!" exclaimed the poor victim of
malice and hatred.

"We'll leave you nothing but your own worthless drugs, hakeem!--take
that!" cried Sadi, as he flung at Yusef's head a tin case containing a
few of his medicines.

Then bending down from Yusef's camel, which he himself had mounted,
Sadi hissed out between his clenched teeth, "Thou hast wronged me--I
have repaid thee, Christian! this is a Moslem's revenge!"

They had gone, the last camel had disappeared from the view of Yusef;
darkness was falling around, and he remained to suffer alone, to die
alone, amidst those scorching-sands! The Syrian's first feeling was
that of despair, as he stood gazing in the direction of the caravan
which he could no longer see. Then Yusef lifted up his eyes to the sky
above him: in its now darkened expanse shone the calm evening star,
like a drop of pure light.

Yusef, in thinking over his situation, felt thankful that he had not
been deprived of his camel in an earlier part of his journey, when he
was in the midst of the desert. He hoped that he was not very far from
its border, and resolved, guided by the stars, to walk as far as his
strength would permit, in the faint hope of reaching a well, and the
habitations of men. It was a great relief to him that the burning
glare of day was over: had the sun been still blazing over his head, he