Now he hears a kindly voice welcoming him.

"Behold the hero of Imbro, the daring conqueror of the sea! Welcome
my hero, welcome!"

He stood still, listening to these tones, a happy smile over-
spreading his countenance. How beautiful it is to be thus welcomed!
To be sure, as yet it is only a friendly greeting, and half in
mockery, but this greeting shall one day resound from the throats of
whole nations, and not in mockery. Shall they hail him, "Welcome,
thou hero!" This he swears shall be, as he steps up to Mr. Lion, who
extends both hands to him over his counter, and regards him
tenderly.

"Here again, my Mohammed! They have been speaking of you all day,
and three men have already been here to tell of your heroic deed.
Let me see your hands. Yes, they are torn and bleeding. Yes, my boy,
I have rejoiced with you, and am proud with you for having put those
boys to shame."

"I thank you, sir," said he, earnestly; "yet it is not enough to
conquer boys; one must also conquer men and nations!"

Mr. Lion regarded him with wonder. "What is this you are saying?
What are you busying your brain with now?"

"With many things, sir; I desire you to help me provide for my
future."

"I am delighted, Mohammed," said the merchant, regarding him with a