A tall, stoutly-built Arab came from a dark inner apartment. His
regular, somewhat grave, features at once expanded into a delighted
smile.
"By the Prophet!" he exclaimed in excellent French, "I am overjoyed at
seeing you, Monsieur et Madame. You will drink coffee with me, is it
not? And, as for the rugs, take them. They are yours, I set up a shop
with the money Monsieur Fenshawe gave me, and I am prosperous! _Que
diable!_ That was a lucky journey for me when we all went south
together. I have left the desert now. Behold! I am a good citizen, and
pay taxes."
Irene laughed. She had never pictured Abdullah the Spear-thrower as a
shop-keeper, and waxing fat withal.
"You, at any rate, found treasure at the Well of Moses," she cried.
Abdullah glanced at her happy, smiling face. He turned to Royson, and
bowed, with something of his former grace.
"Let me congratulate you, Monsieur, on your far greater fortune," he
said.
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