Before the sun was fairly risen I heard Tollog's loud rough voice,—he had walked over himself to the Moor's beyt—bidding Mohammed, “Convey that Frenjy away to-day with thee!” he laid also his injunction upon the hind who should accompany the Moor not to leave me behind them. His last shouted word was, ‘Wellah, when I was gone, I would return to take the country.’ —I reminded Mohammed of his old promises, that had drawn me hither. He was bound, he answered, by the sheykh, yet he allowed that if I remained, there could no man compel me. The Aarab also were rahîl, about removing; Mohammed was ridden forth: as his men would now have constrained me I judged it prudent to resist them;—or when other fanatical Aarab heard that this tribe had driven me out, would they not attempt the like, where I entered their menzils and dîras? and my heart was already set upon going to Kheybar. I was mounted, the Beduins removed, and those that were to follow Mohammed beat forward my old nâga. —They swore by my life I should that way with them! The poor brute, bellowing and tottering under their tempest of blows, and constrained by my bridle, fell down many times under me. ‘Etrush, drive forward! I might not stay, cried the tormentors; wellah, if I remained, the Aarab would strip me and murder me.’—“Friends, there is none will do me any hurt, were it only for fear of the Dowla.”