shrieked again, so that the others sprang up too, reeling, and drunken with sleep and fear. And then all of a sudden there was a flash of cold steel, and a great spear was held against my throat, and behind it other spears gleamed cruelly. 

 “Peace,” said a voice, speaking in Arabic, or rather in some dialect into which Arabic entered very largely; “who are ye who come hither swimming on the water? Speak or ye die,” and the steel pressed sharply against my throat, sending a cold chill through me. 

 “We are travellers, and have come hither by chance,” I answered in my best Arabic, which appeared to be understood, for the man turned his head, and, addressing a tall form that towered up in the background, said, “Father, shall we slay?” 

 “What is the colour of the men?” said a deep voice in answer. 

 “White is their colour.” 

 “Slay not,” was the reply. “Four suns since was the word brought to me from ‘She-who-must-be-obeyed,’ ‘White men come; if white men come, slay them not.’ Let them be brought to the house of ‘She-who-must-be-obeyed.’ Bring forth the men, and let that which they have with them be brought forth also.” 

 “Come,” said the man, half leading and half dragging me from the boat, and as he did so I perceived other men doing the same kind office to my companions. 

 On the bank were gathered a company of some fifty men. In that light all I could make out was that they were armed with huge spears, were very tall, and strongly built, comparatively light in colour, and nude, save for a leopard skin tied round the middle. 

 Presently Leo and Job were bundled out and placed beside me. 

 “What on earth is up?” said Leo, rubbing his eyes. 

 “Oh, Lord! sir, here’s a rum go,” ejaculated Job; and just at that moment a disturbance ensued, and Mahomed came tumbling between us, followed by a shadowy form with an uplifted spear. 

 “Allah! Allah!” howled Mahomed, feeling that he had little to hope from man, “protect me! protect me!” 

 “Father, it is a black one,” said a voice. “What said ‘She-who-must-be-obeyed’ about the black one?” 

 “She said naught; but slay him not. Come hither, my son.” 

 The man advanced, and the tall shadowy form bent 

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