with difficulty supporting the drooping form of Sadi, which would
otherwise soon have fallen to the ground. The journey on foot was very
exhausting to Yusef, who could scarcely sustain the weight of the
helpless Sadi. Thankful was the Syrian hakeem when they reached the
Bedouin tents.

Then Sadi was placed on the mat which had served Yusef for a bed.
Yusef himself passed the night without rest, watching at the sufferer's
side. Most carefully did the hakeem nurse his enemy through a raging
fever. Yusef spared no effort of skill, shrank from no painful
exertion, to save the life of the man who had nearly destroyed his own!

On the third day the fever abated; on the evening of that day Sadi
suddenly opened his eyes, and, for the first time since his illness,
recognized Yusef, who had, as he believed, perished months before in
the desert.

"Has the dead come to life?" exclaimed the trembling Sadi, fixing upon
Yusef a wild and terrified gaze; "has the injured returned for
vengeance?"

"Nay, my brother," replied Yusef soothingly; "let us not recall the
past, or recall it but to bless Him who has preserved us both from
death."

Tears dimmed the dark eyes of Sadi; he grasped the kind hand which
Yusef held out. "I have deeply wronged thee," he faltered forth; "how
can I receive all this kindness at thy hand?"

A gentle smile passed over the lips of Yusef; he remembered the cruel