"'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 death 'whereof men should speak with awe,' as he had threatened. "We sat beside him and watched. Saying nothing, we sat and watched. An hour passed and an hour again. For another hour without moving or speaking we sat and Moussa Isa joined us and watched. "'Twas sweet, and I licked my lips and hoped he might not wake for hours, although I hungered. The actual revenge is very, very sweet, Sahib, but does it exceed the joy of watching the enemy as he lies wholly at your mercy, lies in the hollow of your hand and is your poor foolish plaything,--knave made fool at last? Like statues we sat, moving not our eyes from his face, and we were very happy. "Then, suddenly, he awoke and his eyes fell on my brother--and he shrieked aloud, as the hare shrieks when hound or jackal seize her; as the woman shrieks when the door goes down before the raiders and the thatch goes up in flame. "Thus he shrieked. "We moved not. "'Why cryest thou, dear brother?' asked Mir Jan in a soft, sweet voice. "'I--I--thought thou wast a spirit, come to--' he faltered, and my brother answered:-- "'And why should _I_ be a spirit, my brother? Am I not young and strong?' "'I dreamed,' quavered Ibrahim. "'I too have had a dream,' said my brother. "''Twas but a dream, Mir Jan. I will arise and prepare some--' replied Ibrahim, affecting ease of manner but poorly, for he had no real nerve. "'Thou wilt not arise yet, Ibrahim Mahmud,' murmured my brother gently. "'Why?' "'Because thine eyes are somewhat wearied and I purpose to wash them with my magic water,' and as he held up the blue bottle with the red label Ibrahim screamed like a girl and flung himself forward at my brother's feet, shrieking and praying for mercy:--