The poor fellow's head fell back, as he uttered a groan of despair, and the next minute, with eyes half-closed, he lay perfectly still, suffering acute pain, but making no sign, while the great surgeon's deft fingers felt the injury, commenting upon it from time to time, so that Landon could hear, and while splint and bandage were handed to him as required, by the professor or Sam. "A simple fracture of the ulna," said the doctor calmly; "no splinters, and as far as I can make out, very little laceration of the muscle--easy to set, and it ought to be rapid in the healing. There!" he said at last, "the broken ends will begin to secrete fresh bone matter almost directly, and with care your arm will be as strong as the other. Cup, glass, and number four bottle, Frederick, my son." The professor hurried away to the doctor's case, and the latter took hold of his patient's hand to feel the pulse. "A little feverish, Hal, old fellow," he said calmly. "Did I hurt you very much?" "Oh, no. But Rob, old lad!" "Silence!" was the uncompromising command.--"Ah, that's right, Fred. Bottle, glass, water! Now, Hal, drink that." "No," said the patient angrily. "It is a narcotic. You want to send me to sleep so that I shall not know what you are planning. Is it fair to me after I have broken a limb so as to get myself brought here?" "Perfectly fair. Listen; it is not a strong narcotic, only something to soothe the pain you must be in.--There, that's better. Hal, my dear old boy, you always did trust me; trust me now." "Well, I will," said the sufferer hoarsely. "That's right. Now I will set your mind at rest. The great Hakim has more power here than you think for." Harry Frere suppressed a groan, and his eyes wandered from one to the other, noting how the others present seemed waiting eagerly to obey their chiefs slightest gesture or word; while now at a sign he saw the Sheikh close up and stand waiting with bended head. "Go to the officer who brought our friend, and tell him to come here." The Sheikh turned to go, but the professor interposed. "One moment," he said earnestly; "Frank is in there--you know how. Suppose he begins to speak as he did last night." "It is not probable," said the doctor quietly. "Go, Ibrahim." The Sheikh passed out of the room and through the door, to where the two officers stood waiting patiently, with their men a short distance away; and as a curtain was drawn aside a burst of barbaric music and loud cries of "Allah! Allah!" were borne into the room. As the curtain dropped back into its place the doctor took a cushion, and carefully raising the splinted and bandaged arm placed the soft pillow beneath. "Now," he said, "lie still and close your eyes. Don't stir while these men are here. I need not tell you to try and look bad, for Nature is helping you there, my dear old fellow. Hal, lad, your arm will soon knit together, but make your mind easy: you are too bad to move."