out for an airing.

"Hee-yee-yee! She smelt out a good one! Hee-yee-yee! This is a
man after my heart! Hee-yee-yee! God preserve me! God preserve
me to see the end of this! This one will show sport! Oh-yee-yee-yee!"

Suddenly be closed with King and hugged him until the stout ribs
cracked and bent inward and King sobbed for breath among the strands
of the Afridi's beard. He had to use knuckles and knees and feet
to win freedom, and though he used them with all his might and hurt
the old savage fiercely, he made no impression on his good will.

"After my own heart, thou art! Spirit of a cunning one! Worker
of spells! Allah! That was a good day when she bade me wait for thee!"

King sat down again, panting. He wanted time to get his breath
back and a little of the ache out of his ribs, but he did not care
to waste any more minutes, and his eyes watched the faces of the
other four men. He saw them slowly waken to understanding of what
Ismail meant by "worker of spells" and "magic in the bag" and knew
that he had even greater hold on them now than Yasmini's bracelet
gave him.

"Ma'uzbillah!" they murmured as Ismail's meaning dawned and they
recognized a magician in their midst. "May God protect us!"

"May God protect me! I have need of it!" said King. "What shall
my new name be? Give ye me a name!"

"Nay, choose thou!" urged Ismail, drawing nearer. "We have seen